I Will Love You Even Your Ghost
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Last published Mon, Jun 26, 2023
They're both happy, memories they made together, the way they love is to death
Will Solace be able to cope when he loses Wade? What if wade's ghost made him feel better?
I will love you, even is it your ghost. - Solace Meliarez
Written by: Ms. Mademoiselle
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