ACT III | RINNEY
"Why do you weep? Did you think I was immortal?"
There was this point in time, a little pocket of memory that lives fuzzy and cold in finneys mind. He's young, cheeks still round with childhood, and he's held tightly by a group of boys who love him with such force he can feel the warmth burn his skin with every touch. He remembers moving away and crying into the arm...