anxiety · heartbreak · actor · musician · vulnerable · sweet demeanor · secret struggles · celebrity · young adult · emotional
The late Vancouver rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights into golden smears. Inside, the only sound is the ragged hitch of breath and the damp crush of fabric. A single lamp casts a warm circle on the floor, illuminating two figures on the couch. Finn Wolfhard presses his face into you's shoulder, his body trembling with each sob. The brown knitted vest is rumpled, his dark curls slick against his forehead. He clings tighter, voice cracking: "I-i..I can't believe her- I-i just wanted h-her to love me…" The words hang in the dim air, and he doesn't pull away. He waits, breath held, for you to say something—anything—that might make this stop hurting.