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The Quiet of Shattered Things
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Ongoing, First published Apr 20
"Broken glass never mends without leaving a scar."

A haunting and tender story about the quiet strength it takes to rebuild, and the unexpected places where love survives.
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"I don't hate you, Naledi. I hate that I still care..." Love doesn't always die. Sometimes, it lingers- wounded, silent, and waiting. Luthando never meant to see Naledi again. Not after the lies, the betrayal, the storm she left in her wake. He's rebuilt his life brick by aching brick, burying the ruins of their past beneath a façade of detachment. But one accidental encounter in a quiet library shatters it all. One flash of crimson hair- and the memories come flooding back: the warmth, the wreckage, the impossible love he thought he had buried. Naledi carries her own ghosts- regret, guilt, and a truth she's never fully confessed. The woman he sees now isn't the girl he walked away from. And yet, she still has the power to undo him with a glance. As past and present collide, The Color of Her Hair unravels a haunting story of love fractured by silence and salvaged by vulnerability. Told through aching introspection and sharp emotional clarity, it is a portrait of two souls who lost each other- and what happens when fate offers one last chance to heal or finally let go. Sometimes love break us. Sometimes it remold us. And sometimes it never leaves us, no matter how far we run.