memory’s so treacherous
”And you are very good at it,” he counters, nodding to her and meandering out into the waiting area. There are no windows but Finn knows it’s raining outside - it had been pattering off the skylight in his apartment when he had ventured out to put his report on Cian’s desk. They stand together, two awkward souls lingering, and he offers a weak smile to her, as if sensing the end to their conversation but feeling unable to walk off the edge of it.
Until he does, inevitably - because one of them has to. ”Good night, Doctor Hart,” he says softly, with the air of someone throwing another a lifeline. Good night. It is dark outside. There will be no appointments, unless there are emergencies. With nothing further to say, Finn heads out of the waiting room and up the endless steps to his apartment.
~FINNNNNNNIGAN
Until he does, inevitably - because one of them has to. ”Good night, Doctor Hart,” he says softly, with the air of someone throwing another a lifeline. Good night. It is dark outside. There will be no appointments, unless there are emergencies. With nothing further to say, Finn heads out of the waiting room and up the endless steps to his apartment.
~FINNNNNNNIGAN
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
