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Sol would much prefer not being loved at all, than to be loved as someone’s woman.
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.
if only he could make it all disappear with a snap of his fingers, if only, he could be himself. But vulnerability is a scary thing. He does not want to feel that way again.
“Shit, I was doing so well.” If only I had continued to ignore this, I could have been normal.
“Were you?” Yohan asks. He caresses the back of Sol’s head. His hand is warm. “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?”
