𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐅.𝐖 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

My Fault (2)

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TW: Mention of drugs

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[7 months later]

Y/n

Rehab isn't too bad. I've been here for a few months now and it's safe to say im kind of in the clear. I don't think about drugs anymore and I could care less about it.

Finn on the other hand? I didn't know where he was. He hasn't visited me once since he found out about our unborn baby's death.

Which I couldn't get over for months. I had so much help, and don't get me wrong I still get help. But there's just this guilt eating me up.

I feel terrible for what I've done, Finn always told me about how he wanted to become a father and I ruined that chance for him.

Right now I'm in my room, listening to music through my headphones. I had just gotten back from talking with my therapist.

She thinks that music, and "escaping" from reality would be good for me since I would be focusing on other things.

Someone knocked on my locked door and I looked up hearing it being unlocked. "Y/n.. you have a visitor." The nurse said peeking through the door.

It was probably my mom again, she comes once a week to check on me and how I'm doing. Sometimes she'll bring me some of the homemade food she makes so I'll feel more at ease.
I'm so grateful for that.

I nodded and stood up putting my slippers on and tying my hair into a low ponytail since I knew mom would complain about it being messy again.

I stood up and made my way outside, following the nurse to the visit area. The more I walked to my seat the more I noticed that it wasn't my mom..

"Mr Wolfhard?" The name sent chills down my spine. He lifted his head up and faced us, more so me. "Y/n." He stood up and faced me completely.

I didn't know what to say, or how to react, I think my face was blank. Finn was wearing a black button up shirt with white spots or Polka dots all over it and fancy ass pants.

He looked really good and,
It looked like he was just done remodeling for Saint Laurent. Finn gestured towards the seat and I hesitantly sat along with him.

"You have until visiting hours are over." The nurse told us, I nodded and the nurse smiled then walked away.

I looked down and a silence fell over. For a few minutes no one said anything. But that's when he decided to break the silence.

"How are you doing?" Finn questions in a quiet, hesitant voice. I looked up at him and he was already looking at me. "Fine— I'm fine."

He nods and another silence falls over for about a minute. "Why are you here?" I asked him because honestly I can't handle the tension.

I obviously still love him and he probably fucking moved on already. I missed him but I didn't want to see him, I didn't need to see him.

He didn't say anything. Finn looked down and fidgeted with with sleeve. "Answer me." My voice broke as I spoke to him, my vision was getting blurry and that was a sign that I had tears in my eyes.

He looked back up again and stopped fidgeting with his sleeve. "I wanted to check up on you." He vaguely answered. I scoffed "check up on me, after 7 months? We're over Finn, what more do you want? Your money back? I'll pay you back okay just leave me alone."

I stood up and I was going to walk back to my room but I felt a hand grip my wrist. "I don't want money. I came here to talk, calmly. Please."

I sighed and snatched my hand away from his, sitting back down. He sat opposite of me again and took out cash. been a few hundred dollars, maybe more. He placed it gently on the table between us.

"What's this?" I asked, eyeing it like it might bite me.

"For you," he said. "I know you hate when people pity you, but it's not that. I just... I figured you might need it. For books, music, something to help. I don't know."

I stared at the bills, my chest tightening. I didn't want his money. I wanted him to have been there when everything broke.

I wanted him in the hospital room, holding my hand, telling me it was going to be okay even though it wasn't. I wanted the version of him I made up in my head when he disappeared.

"I don't need it," I muttered. My voice wasn't angry anymore, just tired. "I needed you back then, not now."

Finn looked like someone had punched him. His mouth opened a little, but nothing came out right away. I didn't think it would.

"I know," he said finally. "I was scared, Y/n. I didn't know how to deal with it. I just shut down."

I blinked, feeling the hot sting of tears crawl down my cheeks. "I was alone, Finn. You left me alone."

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. "I know. I regret it every day, but I don't regret doing what I did to help you."

We sat there again, in silence, but it wasn't like before. This one had weight. It hung in the air like smoke from a fire that wasn't quite out.

"Are you clean?" he asked suddenly, but softly, like he was afraid of the answer.

I looked at him, wiping at my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. "Yeah. For a while now."

He smiled, just a little. The kind of smile that barely touches your lips but says a thousand things at once. "I'm proud of you."

That broke something in me. Not in a bad way, but like when a wall gives in and the light finally gets through. I hated that his words still meant something. That they still mattered more than they should.

"I don't know what you want from me," I whispered.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "I want to start over. I want to try. Even if we're just friends right now. I'm not expecting you to forgive me—not yet—but I needed to see you. I needed you to know that I never stopped caring."

My throat felt too tight to speak, so I just looked at him. Really looked at him. The boy I loved, the boy I lost, the boy who was now sitting in front of me like he'd finally woken up.

And for the first time in months, I didn't feel like the ground under me was about to give out.

Maybe this wasn't closure.
Maybe it was a beginning.

"Okay," I said, my voice barely louder than a breath. "We can talk."

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