we are all broken
She insists that he’s shining anyway, and Finn feels his eyes prick and burn with it, a lump in his throat as he breathes out an unsteady laugh. ”You’ll make sure?” he says of the monsters, pulling his feet in a bit as if worried that they’ll claw their way over the side of the boat and eat their toes. He doesn’t realise, at first, that she’s scooted close enough to press her legs against his own, because his head is spinning and his skin is burning and it almost feels good.
”All of it.” All of it is his fault. ”World’s on fire. It’s too cold. We could run from it, if you like.” He feels like he’s whispering right into her, so close are they, and her remarks about the sky cause him to shiver, the tremors racking through his body. ”Will you take me with you? To your star dreams?”
”All of it.” All of it is his fault. ”World’s on fire. It’s too cold. We could run from it, if you like.” He feels like he’s whispering right into her, so close are they, and her remarks about the sky cause him to shiver, the tremors racking through his body. ”Will you take me with you? To your star dreams?”
that’s how the light gets in
