we are all broken
”So we can’t break. Or drown. No one to touch us,” he echoes her sentiments, eyes fluttering shut so he can join in this imaginary dream that’s blooming between them. He doesn’t know what’s going on behind Amalia’s eyes, only what spawns in the darkness of his own. And the walls are melting and there’s a blight on the ground. It pulses under the friendship, sneaking out to wheeze at them, to grab them and snatch them away.
Finn is shivering too, but when his eyes drift open again it’s to see her crying, and he shakes his head, gripping her fingers tightly and drawing their hands up, so he can try to wipe the tears away. With both of their hands, evidently. ”It’s okay,” he whispers. ”We can put them back in. The raspberries.”
Finn is shivering too, but when his eyes drift open again it’s to see her crying, and he shakes his head, gripping her fingers tightly and drawing their hands up, so he can try to wipe the tears away. With both of their hands, evidently. ”It’s okay,” he whispers. ”We can put them back in. The raspberries.”
that’s how the light gets in
