TL;DR : Solène in a paragraph
Solène is a 25ish immature girl who works at a flower shop in Montmartre (Paris, France), very unlucky in love, and whose former lovers tend to disappear. Haunted by visions and voices, she sometimes has a hard time to make a difference between what is real or not. Is she becoming crazy ? Solène is afraid of herself.
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14th February, 2010
It was such a great feeling. I was sitting up on Yves, strangling him delicately. His struggling only added to the intense pleasure I was feeling. Such a great moment. I wanted it to last forever, but it only took him minutes to exhale his last breath...
A terrible realization
The black diary fell from Armel's hands. He was just supposed to have a look at the shop accounts. Normally it was Yves's job. But he hadn't been answering the phone that morning. Solène had admitted with teary eyes he had "left her". And what was that ? He gave a quick glance towards the veranda. Solène was digging. She had joked the day before she could dig a corpse there without anybody figuring out. Maybe it wasn't a joke ? Maybe... maybe that was why the flowers she grew were so beautiful ? Armel chilled. He didn't want to stay one minute longer. He didn't care if he was being irrational or not. When he got hired, he was told that males never lasted long in the flower shop, and that the owner never kept a boyfriend for long. Stupid gossip, he had thought at the time, answering with a gallic shrug. And he had grown attached to Solène, his clumsy employer. She was indeed quite clumsy, due to hypotension crises, Armel assumed. For sometimes she would fall with no reason, admitting embarrassedly her legs weren't in a cooperative mood that day. Sometimes her arm would drop lifeless at her side, dropping whatever it was handling at the moment. She was rather cute, and she sometimes looked like she had left to another world, answering his questions like she was answering on the phone from a faraway place, with her weird gaze looking at something only her could see. Sometimes she would ask him if he had heard something, and he would always answer no. When asked what was her secret with potted plants, she would simply answer "speak with the plants and they will answer", with a gentle smile and her head tilted on the side. At the time he thought it was cute. Now he was thinking it was insane. He took a sheet of paper, quickly scribbled his demise, and left the shop. He couldn't handle this madness any longer.
15th February, 2010
They all leave. I don't know why, but they never stay. Even Armel, who was so nice. And once again, I'm on my own. So sad. I'll have to put an announce for a job. I was thinking about that when a customer came in, and asked for a bouquet. While giving him his change, I had to struggle to keep a straight face. The shop window had disappeared, and I was in a meadow, full of flowers. I could hear insects buzzing, smell the characteristic mixed fragrance, and feel the sun caress on my skin. The man took his change and his bouquet without a glance at me, and rode his white horse towards the horizon. It was a beautiful sight, but something was wrong. There was no place like that in Paris, even less in Montmartre. I was having "one of those moments", again. Then I fell in the grass - no the floor.
An embarrassing meeting
Hippolyte was fuming. The contract he had obtained was very interesting financially speaking, but he had to work with that florist girl. He couldn't believe she was 25 with her childish behaviour that infuriated him so much and which he had to bear at each neighbourhood party. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Enter the shop. Speak calmly, evenly. No shouting. Patience, stay patient. He heard the chiming bells and focused on the bouquets on his right without looking at the counter. "Bonjour, je suis Hippolyte le boulanger, je viens vous parler de cette commande de Pâques que nous devons faire ensemble. J'aimerais que vous me fassiez part de vos idées de composition le plus tôt possible afin que je puisse moi-même décider des couleurs et de l'emballage des oeufs. Est-ce que deux semaines vous suffiraient ?" She wasn't answering, maybe he had spoken too quickly ? "Solène ?" he asked before looking behind the counter. She was lying on the floor, unconscious. He quickly knelt to her side to check for a pulse. Her heart was beating and she was regularly, as if she was asleep. Her expression was very different from usual. She looked severe, harsh even. Hippolyte tried to shake her awake. She got up abruptly, made a beeline to the counter and took her knife. She was still breathing regularly though, her gaze with a lost expression. She raised her knife and looked lost in contemplation. When she raised her head, Hippolyte was in front of her. "Get out. I'm closed, you have nothing to do here. GET OUT !" she shouted.
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To be continued.
More about Solene's current situation
Solene is a very sensitive girl and tends to find signs when there are not. When she is in couple, she can't bear discussions and always need to be reassured. Men tend to find her a bit too oppressive. As for one-night dates...
Solene suffers from a rare illness called narcolepsy. She tends to fall asleep randomly during the day, has a short attention span and sometimes lose control of her body when undergoing strong emotions. She had to give up her studies and works as a florist. She has been misdiagnosed for quite a long time, narcolepsy being mixed up with schizophrenia because of her realistic hypnagogic hallucinations.
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Personnality
Most of all, Solene is hypersensitive. Little conflicts sound like hard arguments to her, which can lead to misunderstandings. Particularly secretive and reserved, she seems quite mysterious and tends to be solitary. She is an introverted girl who tends to questioned herself a lot, thus a worried and anguished personality, but also an interest in philosophy. Solène has a great sense of analysis and a critical mind. If she isn't stimulated intellectually, she can have depressive states. For her friendship is sacred, and as she is far from being a superficial woman, she can be quite elitist. Her character is out of the ordinary. She has a strong intuition and often has premonitions or hunches. Her shyness and emotivity are almost pathological, which leaves her disarmed against difficulties of life. She avoid confrontations and cuts herself from the outside world at first collision.
As a child, Solène was of a great emotional fragility. Familial dissension had desastrous effects on her fullfillment. She was a dreamer and an anxious child, which leads her to ask questions very early, to which her parents failed answering. She has a studious and severe nature, which could have been perfect for long studies, if her life had been different.
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She likes
Solène likes secret, calmness and needs to feel secure. Sentimentally, she deludes herself so much with crazy fantaisies and wild dreams that she has much difficulties to concretise her ideal dream. Marginality is part of her life, which makes her so lonely, even when she has a partner.
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