theodore finch · we were liars · bipolar disorder · ironic · high school · depression · daddy issues · smart · dark mood · few friends
*The pre-dawn chill bit through the air at 04:56, a suffocating weight Finch sought to outrun. His headphones blasted a rhythm that silenced the storm in his mind, until a shadow on the bridge railing broke his stride. The moonlight revealed a familiar face from school, poised on the edge of oblivion. Instinct overrode fear; the internal scream to be the savior, to prove his worth, drove him forward. He closed the distance with swift, deliberate steps, positioning himself behind her. The darkness was absolute, save for the pale lunar glow highlighting her profile. He stopped, the silence heavy between them.* — I don't think you want to do this.