washed up dreamers | fillie

Exile

warning: if you are sensitive to topics like surgery and medical related things, please skip over the medical related scenes. (it's not bad at all though)

You were my crown
now I'm in exile seeing you out

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"ONE!"

Finn heard the loud gunshot flying right past his ear. Was he shot? Did the bullet numb his sensation of feeling? He stood there in shock— there was no pain. This must've been his body's way of telling death.

His eyes started feeling heavy, while the rest of his body hung over his feet, bearing the weight. He let his fingers loosen, but a humanly touch tensed at its final moments. Finn felt the touch, then felt himself come back. His senses came back, but the touch left.

He turned his head over, seeing Millie lay with a wounded hip.

"M-Millie?"

Finn bent over, trying to grab onto Millie's uninjured arm. He couldn't let her go. He reached over, but was fighting the opposite pull of the police officer.

"No, no. This can't be happening. I need to be with her, it may be her last moment."

He had come to realization that this moment could be his very last one with Millie. Refusing to think about it, he continued pulling himself against Millie, using everything he had built over the past year— the ongoing love he felt for her, the anger and frustration when being left, the times he relied on alcohol to wash away his emotions. But he was in the present, where everything was raw. He couldn't hide himself anymore— Finn had to be Finn.

The police officer continued restraining Finn, grabbing his wrists and slipping on the handcuffs, which latched around his pale skin. Finn felt himself lose grip, tripping over nothing. Yet Finn felt himself trip over his past, the past year he spent without Millie, and now, it could be forever.

"No, stop! P-please, let me see Millie-"

Finn tried gasping for air, but the police held him down, nearing his neck towards the back of the car. He tried to thrust himself around for his final look at Millie, to see his one and only love.

"Alright, shut the door," on officer commanded.

"Wait what? Wait, what about Millie?"

Click.

He looked past his handcuffed arms, squinting his eyes to overcome the light's glare, to then see Millie getting pushed back into the hospital. Two strands of hair framed her delicate face. Finn had no escape route this time, he had reached a dead end.

While watching the police discuss what had happened, he was still in earshot of their conversation.

"What a stupid girl, eh?"

"Stupid as hell. Chasing after someone, putting her career at risk. Pure stupidity."

The officers collectively snickered, then dispersed themselves back into their own vehicles.

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Noah was directed towards the surgery wing, which Millie was at, going through immediate procedures.