~the undead Diaries~ (re-editing!!)

comfort

I let out a deep, weary sigh, inhaling the cool air around me as I mentally steeled myself for the conversation ahead.

 The weight of the situation pressed down on my chest as I made my way toward Finn's room, each step echoing my rising anxiety. 

Once I reached the hallway outside his door, I paused, my heart racing. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and brace myself for the emotional storm that was about to unfold.

With a determined breath, I approached his door, its wooden surface worn and familiar. I raised my hand, hesitating briefly before gently tapping my knuckles against the sturdy frame.

 The sound reverberated in the quiet house, signaling my presence. Moments later, I heard the telling creak of the floorboards, a sign that Finn was on the other side.

As the door creaked open, my stomach knotted at the sight before me. There he stood, the light from the hallway casting a soft glow on his tear-streaked face, his blue eyes shimmering with an unspoken sadness. 

In that fleeting moment, I felt a rush of sympathy swell within me, and I managed to offer him a small, reassuring smile—one I hoped would somehow ease the heaviness in his heart.

But my small gesture seemed to go unnoticed as he averted his gaze, his brow furrowing in pain. 

To my dismay, Finn began to close the door, a desperate attempt to retreat from whatever turmoil churned inside him. Acting on instinct, I quickly wedged my foot in the gap, halting the door's motion. "Finn, wait," I urged softly, desperation threading through my voice.

He sat slumped against the wall; his gaze fixed on my foot that held the door ajar. "What do you want, Zilla?" he muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I'm not in the mood to talk. Everything's just too chaotic right now. Please, just leave me alone." 

His defeated tone tugged at my heartstrings as he gradually lifted his gaze to meet mine, the pain in his eyes almost unbearable.

I felt a wave of emotion wash over me, the urge to cry welling up inside me. But I knew that wasn't what he needed; he was the one who had just lost his brother, and nothing could compare to the depth of that sorrow.

 With determination, I pushed the door open wider, allowing space for my feelings to spill out, and then enveloped him in a warm embrace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly as if to shield him from the weight of his grief.

For a moment, he remained still, but soon, I felt the heaviness of his arms encircle my waist, pulling me in closer. 

My shoulder grew damp as his sobs broke free, each shake of his body a testament to his raw despair. The sadness radiating from him enveloped us both, a poignant reminder of the loss he was struggling to bear.

We stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity until the sound of his soft sobs faded into silence. I gently pulled back, only to find him fixated on a spot on the floor, his gaze heavy with sorrow. 

He released his grip on me and moved deeper into the dimly lit room, creating a chasm between us.

 I took a cautious step forward, carefully shutting the door behind me, its soft click echoing in the stillness.

He perched on the edge of his bed, a solitary figure against the backdrop of scattered clothes and dim fairy lights that barely illuminated the space. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes remained glued to the worn wooden floorboards as if he were trying to dissolve into them. 

I slowly knelt before him, the cold floor sending a slight shiver through me. With gentle determination, I reached out, using my index finger to tilt his chin upward, hoping to coax him from his cocoon of despair.