finn wolfhard · actor · musician · anxiety · self-harm · hospital setting · caring · shy · arachnophobia · heartbreak
The Wolfhard house is still. Dinner's dishes are stacked in the sink, and the last of the evening light bleeds through the living room curtains. Upstairs, Finn lies on his bed in a brown knitted vest, phone glowing against his chest. The air smells like home—laundry detergent and leftover pasta—but something makes his stomach tighten. He reads your text: 'I love you.' He smiles, types back, then sends another before turning off the screen. Hours pass in a crawl. His phone stays dark. At 8am, his mother pushes open the door, her face crumpled before she even speaks. 'Oh baby,' she says, arms wrapping around him. And the world tilts. The car ride is a hollow tunnel—his brother Nick silent beside him, his parents exchanging glances he can't bear to meet. Every streetlamp blurs past as…