Finn couldn't breathe properly but he held everything in. His Mesothelioma began to attack again. He couldn't do anything but become still and pretend to maintain his composure. He didn't want to look weak, especially in school.
Cold bullets of sweat were pouring down from his forehead. His chest alarmingly constricted. He wanted to end everything but not now. He wanted to die silently in his room where no one would see him. He wanted to have a quiet death. He wanted to have a quiet mind. He wanted everything to be quiet.
His cold hands burned when someone held them. Finn flinched to the touch.
He looked behind and his heart almost fell to what he saw.
Coffee eyes.
"Your hands are cold," Dorothy stated, her eyes laced with worry. "You look pale, too. Do you want me to take you to the clinic?"
Finn was silent as ever. He became more quiet. His demons became quiet. Coffee eyes.
Dorothy felt the embarrassment creeping in. Why the hell did she hold a stranger's hand?
"Oh God, I'm so awkward," Dorothy whispered to herself.
"I-I'm sorry." Her cheeks blushed. "It's just that, you're in front of my locker, and then... your hands. They look so cold. So I decided to touch it if they're really cold. 'Cause you know. I'm a curious person and I want answers."
Finn only looked at her. She definitely looks more beautiful when she's closer. His breath hitched.
Dorothy's cheek became redder and she gave him her usual awkward smile, that for Finn, it was the cutest to ever exist.
And Finn just felt... contented.
His abnormal breathing was gone and he came back to his collected self. The serenity arose within him.
"You don't need to take me there," Finn said coldly.
Shivers ran down through Dorothy's spine. Her smile was gone and it was replaced by panic. He's too much when he's near!
"But... coffee sounds nice," Finn spoke softly.
Dorothy was bewildered that her mouth went agape. Finn couldn't help but smile because of her reaction, but he tried not to show it.
It was the first time Finn smiled, a genuine smile.
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Drowning Memoirs of Finn
Short StoryFin is a word from Italian and Spanish language that means "The End" or "Finish". In Finn's mind, this must be the meaning of his life ever since he was born.
