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everywhere Sol looks, Solange is present. In people’s hearts. In their memories. In the documents he signs. In the dresses he wears for the odd occasion. Throughout each corner of his life, she haunts him like a ghost.
“You talk as if you’ve been cursed.” “That would be one way to describe it.”
“Were you doing well?” he echoes, before the two of them pull away and look to each other again; Yohan’s palm lingers against Sol’s jaw. “Weren’t you just surviving?”
