Of Wilders and Willows

Suddenly the noise of the music faded into a distant drone, the sounds of people along with it, leaving a blissful emptiness and with it came a warmth that spread up my spine through my arms to the tips of my fingers and down again over and over, it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before and yet I recognised it like an old memory. In the background, I could hear Finn asking me something, someone grabbing my arm and then in an abrupt storm it all came back full force enveloping me with a blaring squawk of dissonance and that freedom I'd felt only moments before was gone.

I am normal. Finn is normal. Life is normal. I don't want that to change, but of course, it does, as it always must.

For cover, credit goes there: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/
Edit: yeah, I don't think I'm ever gonna finish this, sorry :/