you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”A riptide,” Finn repeats, voice low and stormy eyes partially hidden behind spectacles. ”They will ask. That is what I’ll say.” Then he’s gone into the night, swallowed by the darkness and the rain to find the breadcrumb trail from those little souls drowned at sea. It would have been a kindness for him to be quick, but Finn is not able to be kind. It takes time, and all the while Remi is left in the company of sleeping children who will never wake again.
Eventually a cry splits the dark. Finn emerges like a long shadow, silent and grave while the world burns behind him in the form of the grieving parents. They break ahead of him once the shelter and the children come into view, and Finn falls to a halt. He’s a spectator in this, as much as in anything else.
Eventually a cry splits the dark. Finn emerges like a long shadow, silent and grave while the world burns behind him in the form of the grieving parents. They break ahead of him once the shelter and the children come into view, and Finn falls to a halt. He’s a spectator in this, as much as in anything else.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
