Everything was getting worse and Finn couldn't hide it anymore.
His relatives already left him so he didn't know where to get some help to aid his condition.
He didn't have any money to pay his hospital bills.
He didn't have the voice to ask for support.
The only one he got was himself and his quietude.
His classmates noticed how ill he was, but still, no one had plans to approach him. They're still intimidated. They still chose to leave him lost and alone in his world.
"How funny." Finn thought.
He just wants to end this suffering.
The world is temporary anyway. His life is temporary and will end as soon as possible. That's why he liked the idea of things leaving... vanishing... disappearing like dust.
But every time he thought of Dorothy, he didn't want temporary.
He didn't want ending things soon.
He wanted to live with her for a longer time.
He wanted to see more of her coffee eyes.
He wanted to love her more and more until there's no word to describe that kind of love.
He wanted for things to last forever.
Every time he thought of Dorothy, something in his heart ached too much; a taste of grief, the reality's unending torture.
Finn doesn't cry, he's always been so numb and empty.
But he cried for the first time.
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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.
