beloved ࿎ finn w

twenty one

aria's pov:

i knew i only had one more day until we finished up the last episode. there were supposed to be two more days of filming.

i was a mess, inside and out. my sister tried to comfort me, but she barely knew what love was. her laugh only made me more sad; finn used to crack her up.

i was leaving for toronto in three days, and the end of filming party would be happening when finn and i were done filming.

sadie helped me all day yesterday. she insisted i delete all my pictures of finn, which i did - after i downloaded them onto my laptop. i looked over them before i went to sleep: the silly videos, the videos where we sang, youtube complications, the livestreams, the ones of finn playing guitar. they made me laugh and cry.

millie said she needed a break from finn and she was coming over. she told me she just came from finn's house. i threw my hair into a messy bun and changed my fuzzy socks. as i walked down my steps, millie rang the doorbell.

"you have to let go, ar," she sighed, sitting down on the couch.

"why? what'd he say?" i sat down next to her.

"he's letting you go to toronto. he's sad, but he wants you to let go, too. he misses you - lots. but he said nothing good comes from loving you. he does love you, but i think he's still mad."

something told me that finn wasn't as okay as millie said he was.

"i want to see him, i think," i said.

"really?" she got excited. millie always acted like a matchmaker.

"no. i can't. finn's right. it's time to let go."

"but aria," millie started.

"what? do you want me to go over there to have him crush me? to have him tell me to go away? to have him shut the door in my face like i did to him?"

"for once, i feel like you're the one who should go to him."

"what do you mean for once?"

"nothing," she sighed. "i need help. i can't handle this."

"just call sadie. emily's hanging with gaten. i tried to warn her not to fall in love," i rolled my eyes.

"aria!" she laughed.

"what?" i smiled.

"sometimes i can't read how you're feeling."

——

"sometimes i can't read how you're feeling," finn whispered in my ear.

"me too," i smiled into his shoulder.

"i love the way your smile feels."

"i love the way you annunciate."

"i love the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh."

"i love the way you look when you talk about music."

"i love the way you look when you talk about your friends."