we are all broken
”It’s not the same,” he whispers, feeling the world spin and spin and snap into focus as suddenly she’s there with him, the right way up, and warmth spreads from the inside out. It could be because of the blanket she’s thrown over him, but either way, Finn is orbiting all over again. ”That’s not shining. It’s just... shrugging off the dark, for a bit. But you never get away. It’s here now, clinging to the ceiling, hiding under the bed. A monster.”
He takes her hand, his heart stuttering in his chest, his bones turning to ice and his blood into honey. ”I’m sorry for being like this,” he says softly, almost under his breath, as if the words have never left his lips before. ”It’s all my fault.” His head tilts, his forehead resting against hers, leaving them only a breath away. And gods if he doesn’t itch for a sweet taste of her, this sour man with so many layers that he’s lost himself.
He takes her hand, his heart stuttering in his chest, his bones turning to ice and his blood into honey. ”I’m sorry for being like this,” he says softly, almost under his breath, as if the words have never left his lips before. ”It’s all my fault.” His head tilts, his forehead resting against hers, leaving them only a breath away. And gods if he doesn’t itch for a sweet taste of her, this sour man with so many layers that he’s lost himself.
that’s how the light gets in
