Rewinding My Reaper Boyfriend
He stood in the shadows, perfectly still.
Then, the taxi hit.
Or it should have.
On the screen, the taxi blurred. The image distorted, pixelating into static. Time seemed to skip a beat. One frame, the taxi was there. The next, Elion was on the sidewalk, safe, and Cale was gone.
Glitch, Cale whispered.
It wasn't a glitch, Elion said. That was the rewind.
I moved faster than the frame rate, Cale analyzed. 30 frames per second was insufficient to capture the intervention.