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And then he was gone, and so was everything Grace might've thought they had. She stood left behind in the ruins, staring at the closed door as her friends and family surrounded her, just as shocked and upset as she was.
But, in the back of her head, there was a part of her that told her to smile. To laugh and be happy, because finally, finally, she was free of it all.
Free to do what she knew she should've done from the very beginning of everything
Not daring to think twice about it, she turn around on her heel and run down the closest corridor, the need to see Frankie again flowing through her veins like oxygen. It keeps her going, keeping her running despite the urge being battled by an exhausted longing to just drop down on her knees and cry.
But she won't cry, because for once in her life, she has no reason to cry!
Sol watch as Grace run, and he knows without the shadow of a doubt where she us going. He wants to go, too, but can't. Roberts hands rests heavy on his wrist and Sol almost has to fight tears at the warm touch.
He should not cry, because this is what he picked, and he picked it because the sorrow for what he left behind could never outweigh the love he felt for what was waiting for him.
Almost never.
"Are you okay?" Robert look at his partner with worry written on his face, and though Sol want to ensure him, he can't.
"I need to go to the toilet" He excuse himself, pulling away from Roberts soft grip and setting off running down the corridor to follow Grace, currently not considering the fact that he would eventually have to defend his actions.
At the moment, it did not matter.
When Sol finally arrived at Frankie's Hospital room, he could hear Grace talking inside.
"I left Nick, Frankie. I really did. For you"
He peeks around the corner, and he can see her playing with Frankie's big grey curls.
"It will just be you, now. I'm an idiot for not coming around sooner but now here I am and I love you " She leans down, placing a kiss on Frankie's head, and Sol nearly scream as he see her head moving in reply to the gentle touch.
She's waking up, even though they'd been assured she'd be passed out for hours yet, and Sol knew he was not meant to witness this.
Whatever would happen next was not for him, and though it hurt he knew it was so. He had made his choice, once, and then twice, and now that choice didn't sit in the tiny hospital room anymore.
Sol turn around, walking back down to the waiting room where Robert sat and anxiously awaited his return.
"Sol! Are you okay?" He jumps to his feet and rush forward, grabbing on to Sol as soon as he's close enough.
Sol looked down at Robert, and he saw the worry in his eyes. He felt the warm weight once more on his arm, but this time it didn't feel constricting. "I'm absolutely fine" He smiled, bending down to kiss Robert, because this was the future.
He had Robert, and Frankie had Grace.