The 100 ➳ Preferences

♕ Love Is Gone - Finn Collins ♕

Finn watched as you turned to leave his tent. Your body crouched in a sad depressed state. He didn't know that he was going to regret ever losing you. But he did. He didn't even call after you. He was in shock, to see someone you love so much, leave you, was unbearable. It seemed like years were passing by. But it was only a few days.

Maybe, love does that to you. Throwing you at someone, to make you believe that they were the one. The one, that you would love forever. The one, that would stick to you and support your every cause, every need and every decision.

But to you, that was gone. All of it. So much, you beloved that love was no longer real. That love at first sight was something they picked up off from fairy tales. That you could not physically and emotionally say and feel love. You can't say that loving Finn was a mistake, but you can say that giving yourself to him, to actually feel love, was wrong.

Because to you, love was gone. You needed someone to show you that you could potentially live again. But you were wrong. No one would come to help you.

Cinderella doesn't need saving. Neither does snow white. All though it was your decision to love him, you couldn't help but think how fast it would be for him to say he was wrong, just to have him back. But you didn't know how depressed he was without you.

No one to hold his hand, to kiss him, to make him feel whole. No one to help him with his problems, no one to listen to, no one. His whole light, his whole world was gone.

Finn never left his tent after your breakup. It was like he disappeared, vanished in thin air. All this time, all he thought about was you. Your beautiful hair, your soft skin, your amazing laugh and smile. The most beautiful eyes, your sweet, sensitive, fierce and amazing personality.

To him, he couldn't see single flaw about you. He loved when you acted shy and couldn't take a compliment. Although he would always say something sweet to you. Every morning he yarned to wake up next to you. Realizing that everyday, it would never happen. That his fantasy couldn't ever become his reality. Ever.

Being stubborn, you thought about him too. In fact, all the time. No matter what you were doing, archery, hunting, sorting, fishing, you thought about him. You cautiously looked around, even though you were on the privacy of your own tent. Gripping the bottom of the knife, you held it against your skin.

"I just came to-" Finn looked at the blood pooling out of the cut you made. One of the six on your arm. And then, it occurred to him. It was all his fault.

Tears were spilling down your face as Finn ripped a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around your arm. "I'm sorry." You sobbed repeatedly. He held you close to him as you continued to sob in his chest. "It's all my fault." He mumbled against your forehead. "It's all my fault."

A/N: This was my thrid imagine and I dedicate this one to my friend heda_octavia. I know you love Finn and altough this one is a very sad imagine, I hope you like it!
You can make up the ending yourself, weather you get back together or you move on. That's what fan fiction is for ;)