we are all broken
It’s gone as quickly as it comes, a wave that roars through him and leaves him cold and empty. He’s sickened with himself, just a little (and maybe he’s just sick, let’s face it), and his arm slips from around her as she pulls away. It leaves him scorching and freezing over and over again, the Spyglass curling in on himself, letting his thoughts swim for a little bit. ”It’s okay,” he whispers. Is it for her? Or to himself?
”You wouldn’t be able to save me anyway. There’s too much. It’s all just... too much. Save yourself, dream of the stars.”
And there, Finn commits suicide.
Or his mind thinks he’s done that, given how frighteningly dramatic the mood has become. In reality he’s just rolled over in bed a bit too far, and fallen onto the floor.
”You wouldn’t be able to save me anyway. There’s too much. It’s all just... too much. Save yourself, dream of the stars.”
And there, Finn commits suicide.
Or his mind thinks he’s done that, given how frighteningly dramatic the mood has become. In reality he’s just rolled over in bed a bit too far, and fallen onto the floor.
that’s how the light gets in
