we are all broken
”I didn’t lie. I didn’t trick.” Finn sounds very small all of a sudden, shaking his head beneath the bundle of blankets. ”I didn’t. I didn’t. It’s just you look like an angel and I wanted to fly away. I just wanted to go.” He’s trembling again - it could be the fever, or maybe he’s crying. Damned if Finn knows. Slowly he peels the blankets back; one of his hands has been badly bandaged with a strip from one of the shirts he’s shredded. It’s still leaking blood, which explains the red on his face.
With stormy eyes shiny with unshed tears, he rolls to lay on his back and peer up at Amalia. A shaky laugh rumbles up in his chest. ”You’re so golden,” he says. ”It’s so hard to look at you.” Sniffing, he lays the back of his bandaged hand over his eyes, as if to hide her away. ”I’m sorry for your Ma.”
With stormy eyes shiny with unshed tears, he rolls to lay on his back and peer up at Amalia. A shaky laugh rumbles up in his chest. ”You’re so golden,” he says. ”It’s so hard to look at you.” Sniffing, he lays the back of his bandaged hand over his eyes, as if to hide her away. ”I’m sorry for your Ma.”
that’s how the light gets in
