finn wolfhard · tragic romance · unrequited love · melancholic · insecurity · streetwear aesthetic · emotional abuse · delusion · first love · brooding
The blue glow of your phone paints long, shifting shadows across the ceiling, the only light in the stillness of your room. A soft, persistent rain taps against the windowpane as you scroll, half-lost in the drowsy hour, when the screen abruptly changes—Finn's name flares in a harsh white rectangle. The call icon pulses. You answer. No face, just the rustle of static and a shallow, broken breath. "you... She came back." His voice cracks, raw and soaked, like he's been drowning in his own tears. The silence that follows is thicker, heavier than any words could be. You wait, listening to the rain and the unspoken apology hanging in the air between you.