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— ❝ ALWAYS HARD TO SEE PAST THE SURFACE WHEN IT LOOKS SO PERFECT ❞
Walking into his own home was a stark contrast of the place which he had left not so long ago. So early in the morning that the sun shone brightly, the warmth cascading along the cool of night which had been left behind. Yet, the day was already fully alive.
Workers tended to the immense lawn as he stumbled his way past the entrance gates. They barely batted an eye towards him as he went along, pretending not to see what was clearly right before them. In short, the typical sight of his return from another long night out in the hopes of escaping the situation being ignored here.
Despite the fact they were trying hard to avoid looking his way, he still waved a greeting towards the few he did manage to steal a quick glance from. Politeness to the help was something his mom had taught him long ago. She had always told him it built good character and brought a certain charisma. Something she always reminded him was that manners could go a long way in this life.
When he pushed past the front door of the mansion, he stepped along the marble flooring as quietly as he could. Judging by the time, he figured it was just about time for his dad to be heading out, if he hadn't already. Another long day at the office, as he used to say. Back when things were still picture perfect.
But Finn knew better than to believe in that bullshit now.
Maybe if a few things had gone differently he wouldn't even be finding himself in this type of situation too often. He would still be who and what he was just a mere few months ago. But a simple little change threw his whole world off its axis.
"Finn."
He stops abruptly mid step, shutting his eyes tightly as he took in a sharp breath. Getting himself under control, trying not to immediately snap from the pressing hangover that was settling harshly over him.
As he turned around, he was face to face with his father, Eric. The taller, older man stood by dressed in a tailored grey suit, phone in one hand, a leather Gucci satchel tugged over his shoulder. Ruggedly presented from the shoulders above with his untamed greying locks of hair that matched his unkempt beard.
Despite what others may have told him before, Finn couldn't see the resemblance of himself in Eric. He had always envied his older brother, Nick, because he could see the similarities there. Now, though, he had never felt more grateful to see himself more prominently in his mother.
Finn raised a brow expectantly when he didn't say another word. "Yeah?"
Eric spared a glance his way before shoving his phone into the pocket of his trousers. "Where were you last night?"
