Solace kissed him.
Leo should have walked out. Every horror movie, every fable, every sermon from his grandmother screamed at him to leave. But the ache was too loud. And the mirror was showing him that memory now—his wife, two years ago, pulling him into a supply closet at a friend’s wedding, her laugh muffled against his neck, the world shrinking to just the two of them. lustysouls
The hunger to make someone else just as hollow as he was. Solace kissed him