we are all broken
Your face on someone else’s soul. ”Killing, and saving. I’m not good at either of them,” he whispers. ”It was me. It was us.” The boat is dipping and cresting through waves that Finn has never felt, and it makes his stomach lurch but not with nausea. He laughs into the mattress to hear himself described as a cake, but even that feels like such a sad sound. He wants to swallow it all back up inside himself. ”A sour cake,” he insists.
The touch of her hand causes his eyes to flicker open, the soft brush of fingertips on his cheek opening a yawning chasm into which he wants to fall. Fall forever, with warm touches and a soft alto voice to guide the way. He’s reaching for that touch, as it drifts away, his fingertips curling around nothing but air. ”You’re not a shield at all.” He gazes across at her. ”You’re the sun.”
The touch of her hand causes his eyes to flicker open, the soft brush of fingertips on his cheek opening a yawning chasm into which he wants to fall. Fall forever, with warm touches and a soft alto voice to guide the way. He’s reaching for that touch, as it drifts away, his fingertips curling around nothing but air. ”You’re not a shield at all.” He gazes across at her. ”You’re the sun.”
that’s how the light gets in
