Burnt Sugar [F.W]

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I heard the door open and Finn came in.
I got up from his bed slowly and gave him an apologetic look.
"Finn I... I'm sorry... I really am... I_" he caught me off.
"You were right. I know nothing, nobody knows anything about anyone." He said looking right at my eyes and left the room again after taking his phone he had left.
He didn't seem mad though.

What he said was... true,
but it did hurt.

-Time Skip-

We went to the shopping mall with Ayla to buy some clothes.
We stopped at every single shop, even for the pet shop!
After buying some pieces of clothes we went to the food court because Ayla had talked to Jack and had planned we meet there.
"Where were they?" I asked Ayla who had just finished talking with Jack.
"At the vinyl shop, behind the mall. They said they'd be here in a_" Ayla got caught off as Jack took hold of her waist. Malcolm was busy examining the vinyls they had bought.
Finn wasn't with them.
"Guys enough romantic scenes for now, I'm hungry!" Malcolm said finally looking up.
"Let's order Burger King!" Ayla exclaimed.
"Okay?"

-Time Skip-

After eating the burgers I finally collected all the courage I had and asked where Finn was.
"Yo guys, where's Finn?" I played it cool but I was definitely worried. When he came back to the room he wasn't looking okay. He had red puffy eyes and he left after he took his phone without any other word except that sentence that doesn't leave my mind.
"We told him to come when we were back at the hotel but he said he didn't feel like it." Jack said shrugging.
"So he was with you guys?"
"Yeah." He said.

We took a taxi and went back to the hotel.
Ayla and Jack went to their room, so did Malcolm. I opened the door to find the room empty. He wasn't there, probably still in Malcolm's room?
I had a call from Malcolm.

/\/
M : Hey, April... is Finn with you? I mean... I mean is he... is he in the room?
A : Uh... I... I thought... he... yes.. yes! He is.
M : Alright then.
/\/

I didn't want to worry Malcolm so I just said he was with me.
I called him over and over but he wasn't answering.
I went down in the lobby, he wasn't there. I also looked near stores but, he was nowhere to be seen.
Just as I was about to get in the elevator again I spotted him.
Messy curly hair as always damp on his forehead. He was in the hotel's bar, drinking shots after shots.
"Finn..." I called with a low voice as I sat beside him. He didn't look my way or answer so I called louder.
"Finn." I bet he heard me because I was loud enough, but he ignored me and asked for another glass.
I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him but he yanked his arm free and looked my way, emotionless.
"I'm not drunk yet." He said with a raspy low voice.
"Just because you're not drunk yet doesn't mean you have to drink till you get!" I said.
"Then what is the point of drinking if you don't get drunk?!" He shouted back.
"Finn, you cannot fix anything by drinking... you... I... I don't want you to.._"
"You don't want me to hurt myself? Bullshit."
"I don't want you to become someone like my father!" I shouted and left him in the bar, finding my way towards the elevator as tears streamed down my face.