Finn was watching her, again and again, cherishing every moment. Her cute awkward smiles didn't fail to make him tender.
That smile was too precious to break.
She's too precious to be hurt.
But Finn wanted to tell her the truth.
His days weren't forever.
He wanted to tell her so bad since it was the wisest thing to do.
But Finn was love's slave; he was selfish more than he was wise.
He wanted to be with her forever.
Peacefully.
Eternally.
She was all he needed, but she needed to know. She deserved to know.
"Dorothy..." Finn whispered.
"Hmm?" She gave her usual cute awkward smile.
"I... I have something important to say."
Dorothy's expression was bewildered. "Hmm? What is it?"
"I—" I'm going to die soon. I don't know. Probably these coming weeks. These coming days. I don't know. Maybe today? I have no idea. What I know is I'm going to die. But I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to be crazy for me like how crazy I am for you. I love you so much. Damn. It's making me insane. I wanted to live longer. I wanted to be with you longer. But I love you so much, you don't deserve a guy like me. You deserve a man who will admire your coffee eyes forever. You deserve a healthy man taking care of you. I won't be that guy. You deserve that love, Dorothy. You deserve all the good things in the world. You deserve the truth. You deserve all the beauty in this world but you'll always be the most beautiful.
I don't deserve you. I'm too weak for you.
Finn had too much to say, but Finn had always been quiet.
"I-I—"
"What is it, Finn?"
I'm going to die.
"I love you."
They both froze. Finn wanted to take that back, but he's too confused with his own words, mind, and emotions. The love was too much that he couldn't stay rational with his thoughts.
"I love you too, Finn." Dorothy teared up because of the happiness, and because of that happiness, she couldn't help but kiss him. He kissed her back despite the cold, cold world. How tender it is to live in love! There's nothing to hold but love and each other.
Wrong move.
Finn was tearing up also. But it wasn't because of the happiness. It will never be because of happiness.
I'm sorry.
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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.
