Finn Wolfhard Imagines

99 - eight letters

I was ready. It felt right to say it. I mean these past couple months have been amazing for me. I just had to say it.

"Finn, I love you," I say meaningfully and with all my heart. I keep my eyes on the waves crashing onto the shore, embarrassed to face him.

We sat on the beach, side by side on the sand but the atmosphere suddenly felt off.

"You're sweet."

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. It wasn't the thing I wanted to hear.

I let out a heavy sigh of sadness, "you didn't say it back."

"Y/n, its only eight letters, it doesn't matter."

"If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard so say?" I turn to face him, "if all it is is eight letters--"

I stop mid sentence because then it hit me, the past couple months for him haven't been as amazing because he was still in love with her.