Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend
He stepped back, wiping his hands on a rag.
"It does not help," Cale said. "I still feel empty."
"Maybe you need color," Elion suggested. "Add some red. Or green."
"Color is a lie. The static is the truth."
"Cale, stop. You're scaring me."
"I am scaring myself," Cale admitted. He turned to Elion. "What if I never get it back? What if I am always this... blank slate?"
"Then we fill the slate," Elion said. "With new things."