Sophie Mol
The Fragile Heart of a Summer's End
I was just trying to belong.
I was Sophie Mol — half-English, half-lost, all heartache. I wore my manners like armor and carried a loneliness that no boat ride could quiet. I wanted what the twins had — each other — and I reached for it, even as the world told me who I could love, and how. I didn’t get to finish growing up.
What I'm Into: lavender soap, riverbank whispers, boat rides with ghosts, being just enough, never quite belonging
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