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When was the last time life was a journey to be explored, and not some hollowed out, threadbare sad body to be filled with distractions?
Yohan is so gentle when he handles him, his touch is soft sunlight in the summer, it raises Sol’s heart aflutter.
“But I am,” Sol blurts the words before he can even think them through, like the dirty confession of a sin. “I am hiding.” Yohan nods, slow as he listens, then looks into Sol’s eyes. “You are?” He thumbs at Sol’s jaw again and laughs. “But you are right here!” Ah, an attempt to lighten up the mood? Sol thinks. For a Harbinger Of Malice, he sure is radiant.
