CHAPTER EIGHTY

Reynold gazed out the apartment window, breath fogging the glass in rhythmic waves. The nondescript dwelling felt sterile, bereft of memories or meaning.

He focused on the rituals of push-ups, sit-ups, hydrating - anything to still the tempest within.

Jovian's concerned hovering only tightened Reynold's chest further.

"I apologize for burdening you like this at home..." He tried for a reassuring tone. Jovian's sympathy somehow made the loss sharper.

Jovian frowned, his features creasing. "What? Burdening me. The only burden is that I wished you would have told me about all of this.”

Reynold smiled a little, “I am sorry. Even if I wanted to I don't think I would have had enough courage to do so.” He took a short pause, breathing.

“Those days were one of my worst. I am not proud of them, they were days I discovered shades of my personality that I never knew I had. As an honor student, the university worked hard to cover it all up… the families all made an agreement to let it go since
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