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Finn was able to function. He was able to eat and sleep and such, but he stayed distant. |
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Finn only got worse and worse as time progressed. A few months later, he wrote her a note. . Dear Sera, my love, my sunshine, You have been the best thing in my life. I wish I could be everything you deserve, but I am not. I dont belong in this world anymore. I'm a freak, I'm a creep, I am not human. My time in this world is coming to an end. Don't stay, find someone better, someone you deserve, find your someone who gives you the world. I will always love you, forever and always, but move on darling, please, you deserve love. Goodbye my sunshine, -Finn . Early one morning, around 3, he left the note on her pillow, before locking himself in the bathroom with a handful of pills and a glass of water. . . . (PSA DO NOT DO THIS. This character has a lot of mental issues. If you feel any thoughts or feelings of self harm please contact someone who can help immediately) |
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Sera woke to the absence before the note. The bed was too cold on one side, too quiet. Finn was a restless sleeper, always shifting, always mumbling. The silence felt wrong. Too still. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, and that’s when she saw it—folded paper resting delicately on her pillow like a goodbye kiss. Her name scrawled across the front in Finn’s handwriting. Dear Sera, my love, my sunshine— Her eyes skimmed the words, but her mind refused to catch up. Her fingers trembled. Her breath caught in her throat. By the time she reached the bottom of the letter—"I will always love you, forever and always, but move on darling, please, you deserve love. Goodbye my sunshine, -Finn"—the words blurred through her tears. Something in her cracked. She called out for him. Once, then again, louder. When there was no answer, panic clawed up her chest like a living thing. She stumbled through the apartment, checked every room until her hand landed on the bathroom door. Locked. Her heart dropped. She pounded on it with shaking fists. “Finn—! Finn, please open the door! Please—!” No sound. No movement. The world narrowed to the splintering wood beneath her fists. She screamed his name, her voice hoarse, cracking under the weight of fear and grief. “Don’t do this—” |
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Finn started to cry as she found him in the bathroom. He didn't move though, didn't unlock the door. "Im sorry..." he sobbed, not moving to unlock the door, not moving to take the pills. "I have to... you deserve better..." |
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Sera froze the second she heard his voice—fragile and frayed, barely a whisper through the locked bathroom door. “I’m sorry…” He was crying. Sobbing. She pressed her hands flat against the door like she could reach through it, like her touch could remind him she was real, that he was real. Her voice trembled, thick with panic. “Finn. Baby, please—please don’t do this.” Nothing. Just his breathing. His quiet, aching sobs on the other side. Sera sank to her knees, resting her cheek against the cool wood. Her whole body felt like it might shatter. “I don’t deserve better,” she said softly, tears slipping down her face. “I deserve you. All of you. Even the parts you think are too dark. Too broken. I want them. I want you.” Her chest felt like it was caving in, breath catching painfully. “You don’t have to do this. You’re not a freak. You’re not some monster. You’re not too much. You’re mine, and I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, and it’s killing me to sit out here while you try to disappear.” She gripped the edge of her shirt, trying to hold herself together while her voice cracked wide open. “Please, just open the door. Let me see you. Let me hold you. We can get through this, but I need you to let me in. I’m not going anywhere. I swear to you, I’m not leaving.” Silence hung heavy again—except for his breath, the soft hiccups of someone drowning in their own pain. Sera didn’t move. She stayed right there, her back against the wall, tears soaking into the fabric of her shirt, hands still pressed to the door like she could catch him if he fell. She didn’t care how long it took. Because she didn’t need perfect.
She didn’t need easy.
She just needed him.
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Finn sobbed silently. He wanted to go. He wanted to leave this earth, find whatever else was out there for him, whatever cam after this. "I want to go... I'm miserable... please... let me go..." he sobbed. Yet still, he didn't move to take the pills. (Me too😭) |
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Sera’s heart shattered all over again with every word he spoke. She could hear him—barely—his voice raw, ragged, barely clinging to breath. She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against the door like she could will it open, like she could hold him through the wood, pull him back into her arms with the force of her love alone. “No,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I can’t let you go.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands shaking where they rested against the door. “I know you're miserable. I know, Finn. And I’m so sorry you’re hurting this bad. But letting you go? That would break me. That would kill me too.” She took a shaky breath, trying to keep herself steady, but everything inside her felt like it was falling apart. “You think there’s peace after this, but what if there’s not? What if this—me, us—what if this is the part that gets better? What if you’re standing right on the edge of something worth staying for, and you never even get to see it?” Her voice lowered, soft, aching. “You haven’t even seen what your love does to me. How much light you give—even when you don’t feel it. Even now. You’re still holding on. You haven’t taken the pills. That means something, Finn. It means something.” She pressed her palm flat against the door, like it might reach his. “You don’t have to hold it all by yourself anymore. Let me help carry it. Let me stay with you through this. Just open the door. Please.” There was still time. There was still time. And she would spend every second of it fighting for him—not letting him go. |
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Finn continued to sob. After a few moments, he leaned over, unlocking the door, but staying on the ground. The dozens of pills spilled out of his hand and the glass of water fell out of his grasp, The glass shattered and water spilt. He started breaking down, drowning in his own self hatred and saddness. |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
