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Ever since the words appeared on his wrist, Andrew felt a mix of morbid curiosity and fear in equal measure whenever he saw them.
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In a universe where when you reach a certain age, your soulmate's last words to you appear on your skin, Andrew always wondered what his meant.
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Souls weren't meant to be left alone, so they split, always looking for their other half.
No matter how long it took, the moment a soul existed, it sought the one that would complete it.
The main indication is, when one of the halves of the soul turns seven years old, an identical mark appears on both parts.
Along with that comes a set of unique abilities that soulmates can only use with each other—for protection, for finding each other.
Soulmates would never be alone.“Hello?” he called softly, trying not to sound scary. The other child turned to him with teary eyes. It was a boy, tears streaming down his swollen, red cheeks. His eyes were so blue Andrew had to wonder if that shade of blue really existed. The boy sniffed a little before answering.
“Hi?” He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, Andrew stared at him for a while. He was dreaming, right? He had gone to bed, he was sure he had. The other boy was also staring at him, the tears slowly stopping. He tilted his head, sniffled, and spoke again. “Who are you?”
“Andrew.” He frowned. “You?”
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“Andrew, Andrew.” Neil whispered in his ear, the warm air against his skin making him shiver. “It's time for our nebula.”
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Neil then asked what a nebula was and he replied: Nebulae were nurseries for stars.
Birth of stars.
Birth…
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- Part 2 of Fragments of Light
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All he could think about, all he could see were those blue eyes — so so familiar, so painfully real and not a hallucination, Andrew wasn't dreaming this time — but no recognition, not even that mischievous glare when Neil decided to make it his life's goal to annoy him.
He doesn't know who I am
Andrew knew a lie when he saw one and especially when it was Neil lying. And he wasn't, it was the truth.
Neil didn't remember who Andrew was.Series
- Part 2 of Réquiem
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Andrew could practically see the image of Neil sleeping on his chest, one of the pairs of shoes he'd bought still lying there in bed with them. Neil looked so peaceful, Andrew couldn't stop looking at him. His hand was right on Neil's belly, he could almost imagine what the girls' heartbeats were like there.
Neil had sung a song that night, and Andrew memorized every note because, someday, he would also sing that same song for Neil and his daughters.
be more wanted, they've probably never wanted anything more in their life.
“You won't touch any of them again.” Andrew said. His voice was low and his throat hurt. “You're not getting anywhere near my fucking family.”Series
- Part 1 of Fragments of Light
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“LA Dispatch to Engine 118, be advised–”
Eddie’s head snaps up.
Maddie. Dispatch cadence – clean, clipped, controlled.
Chimney’s eyes flick to the radio, then to Eddie, before he answers.
“118, go ahead.”
Maddie continues, steady as a metronome.
“We have a reported MVC on the Fletcher Drive Bridge, repeat: multiple-vehicle collision. Units en route have visual confirmation of two cars at the scene.”
Eddie’s pulse stutters. He leans forward without meaning to, the seatbelt tugging tight across his chest.
Maddie keeps going, all professionalism, no tremor, until she hits the words that break.
“One of the vehicles is… a Jeep that went over the railing into the water.”
A car crash, the kind of cold that settles in your bones, and a desperate attempt to keep Buck alive long enough for help to arrive.or
The Jeep nde you didn’t know you needed.
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10 Jan 2026
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It’s not ideal, being dead. He can’t bake, he can’t take a shower, he can’t go to work. And he can’t tell Eddie he loves him.
It occurred to him in the too-fast flash of a second it took to fall 48 feet into the fiery subfloor full of rubble, glass, and rebar.
Oh, Eddie.
Not ideal at all.
or: Buck is haunting Eddie's house. That's not the end of the story.
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28 Dec 2025
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There is something about watching Moreau tear himself apart that makes him afraid. Andrew is both the child version of himself that prays that for a night, just for one night, his bedroom door will stay closed, and the adult left alone on the pavement staring at the pitiful abandoned remnants of Neil Josten’s life. Both are too vulnerable for California streets and so Andrew shoves them down with revulsion, threading his fingers through Moreau’s hair to force his head up and examine the gouges of his throat with a clinical disinterest. History sounds too close to misunderstanding for him to find any true detachment. “Did Johnson ever touch Neil?”
Or: When Andrew asks Jean if Grayson ever touched Neil, he has a different answer.
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27 Dec 2025
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Eventually, Eddie clears his throat. “How aren’t you okay exactly?” he asks, voice steady.
“I’m just…” He waves a hand in the air. “I’m just not,” he settles on. “You know, I wanted to be. I really tried. But nothing is helping.” He thinks about what it was like to sit on that floor and know Bobby was going to die. He thinks about what it was like to know he couldn’t do anything about it. “Don’t think I ever really got off that floor.”
Eddie hums. “That sounds rough,” he says, voice strained. Buck can tell he’s holding himself back, and of course he is. They haven’t talked like this before. This was the only way for Eddie to get Buck to open up—and why did it have to be? Why couldn’t Buck just talk to him? “Do you feel stuck there?” he asks. He’s looking down at the clipboard he brought with him. “On that floor?” he clarifies a moment later.
Eddie acts as Buck’s therapist.
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03 Dec 2025
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Buck's plan for the evening is simple: eat calzones with Eddie, pretend he's not in love with his best friend, and absolutely never think about one desperate night he hooked up with Tommy in Eddie's house, and the conversation they had the morning after in Eddie's kitchen while Eddie was in El Paso.
Then Eddie mentions a missed call. And a voicemail. And a text from Tommy asking if Eddie thinks he's "competition."
Before Buck can spiral, Eddie holds out his hand for Buck's phone, finds Tommy's still-blocked number, and calls him back himself. What follows is ten minutes of calm, surgical destruction: Eddie dismantling Tommy's ego, burning every bridge, and saying things like "You call that competition? You were never in the fucking race," and "I left him behind and he was still fucking mine."
Buck's pressed against the corner of the kitchen, half-hard and fully in shock, because they aren't even dating.
Yet.
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24 Nov 2025