Sol felt like she was losing her mind. She paced back and forth, her mother's grave resting quietly in front of her.
The dirt was freshly dug, and a light rain sank into the ground. Soon, fresh grass would grow around her tombstone, and spring would arrive.
She hadn't taken much time to mourn or grieve. After all, death was the natural ending to life. She and her mother had never been close either.
Still, the house did feel empty without her.
But it gave Sol more space to map out her thoughts, which had ramped up even more in the past few days.
Even her eighteenth birthday had come and gone, and Sol had thought nothing of it. There simply wasn't space in her mind for such simple ideas.
But was love a simple idea? She loved Kassian. That much was for certain.
Her thoughts tried to tell her she was childish. That her emotions were getting the best of her.
Besides, love was a two-way thing. Maybe Kass didn't feel the same way about her.
