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2022-11-20
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Reminder Tomorrow?

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this fic will be updated really slowly i apologize

Chapter 1: Holding Memories

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a cold and lesser night washed over his mind, threats and sweets. The nightly howls of uncertain children screeched like a car’s tires unprovoked to threat. It reeks. The cold air wasn’t enough to free him of his guilt. Every heartbeat was a healing gunshot wound. “Finny? - Finn bub are you there?” his partner spoke in a low murmured voice, light to the bone. Catching sense of reality, grasping his boyfriend's arm in a short breath; “y-yeah. I’m here Lesti.” the tall male gasped “great! I made you pancakes!.. Not sure if you’ll like them, but I made them because you’re too tired to work right now.” he grinned. Finn nodded, as if there was nothing to say. It’s been about a month now since they both moved into a relatively medium-sized apartment. It wasn’t the best, but it was gonna have to make do for now. Fading his vision back, he looks to see a room without his partner but a plate of two pancakes placed right in front of him. They’re glazed with chocolate and syrup, a berry at the top as well. “He’s such a dork.” slicing the pancake a little bit, placing a piece in his mouth. Every delicacy just flooded to him. Lesti was right, it wasn’t too good but when it’s the first amount of food you’ve had in a while it’s gotta make do. Collecting his thoughts as he stammered with his food peacefully chewing. Inconheritally, does that mean I passed out? Does that mean I failed? I couldn’t have. If I did, Lesti wouldn’t have been able to take me home, right? As far as i know, Lesti doesn’t know the exact building i work at. And I can't tell if that's good or not. Sliding the last pancake piece around the syrup left on the plate, back into his mouth. He let out a rough sigh, “I've got to ask Lesti, but I'm not sure he’ll be happy if it wasn’t him who saved me in the first place.”

 

About to get up, right when his partner comes running through the apartment right to their bedroom; “FINN!!?” Lesti says in a shocked expression, “I saw a spider!! AaaAAA” “a spider, Lesti?” Finn scoffed. “Scared of a spider?” “YES!! NOW DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT PLEASEE” Lesti commanded “Mmm… too tired.” “FINN!!!” “Okay, fine. But you have to repay me somehow, Lesti.” under short breath, “and I know just how.” Finn walked out of their small bedroom and grabbed a nearby broom, sighed and hit the spider. “Not that hard Lesti.” Lesti pouted, “it’s easier for you because you look strong. So the spider was scared of you.” he started to giggle. “That’s not how it works, bud” about pounding out laughter from Lesti, “okay, okay what did you want to ask?” He stood up still, about wanting to eagerly hear what Finn was about to say. “Ehh… it’s nothing, I forgot.” he hesitantly lied. Lesti didn’t seem to catch on, though. “Lesti.” perking his head to the right, and backwards again; “Yeah?” “get rest, i have to check on something i forgot to do when i got back last night.” he was stumbling over his own words, definitely worried he’d mess up saying something he wasn’t supposed to. “Okay!, be back soon please!” Lesti sprinted for the bedroom falling right in bed.

 

So it wasn’t Lesti, was it. Finn sighed and grabbed the keys on the coffee table. Walking outside to a fresher breeze, like one to calm those thoughts. Originally he was going to just drive around to grab a sense of forgetfulness almost like calming nights. But there was another matter at hand, he needed to see what happened last night. If it was that bad, there was no way in hell he was gonna get out of that mess. His boss already wasn’t surprised. Stepping in the car and shutting the door in almost an instant. He wanted to get away from his boyfriend, but why? Why was he doing all of this in the first place? His memory has become a blur, and he doesn’t even know why. I miss him.

Chapter 2: Streetlights And Empathy

Summary:

Finn is a little crazy and tries to clear his mind, only to fuck up more.

Notes:

I had fun writing this i might update a lot more since my girlfriend got me into roleplaying again

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The fog that built up on his windshield was enough to tell him it was going to be just fine. His teeth gritted at the fact it was probably all of his fault, why couldn’t he just tell his boyfriend everything he wanted to. It’s almost as if something in his heart was pulling on his chains and forcing him to sing the songs he’s never heard. About the same when bird’s feathers are clipped and have no freedom to what they desire. He’s been driving around slowly on the same backroad for a couple of minutes now, light barely peeking over the skyline to face the world again. The same scenery and lifestyle for years. “..What is so wrong with me.” he said in a deserted voice, slamming on the breaks. He’s outside of his old workplace on a saturday. Turning the key and stammering out of his car, he almost trips. “God..” he hasn’t been taking care of himself properly and those pancakes were barely enough to stabilize him. Almost slamming the car door he properly locks the door. “That’ll be useful.” the area they lived in wasn’t exactly sketchy, but this old workplace felt so different this early in the morning. “To think… that anything i’ve done hasn’t worked out is fucking amazing!” he ranted to himself, sounding just about like a maniac. “Why’s he stayed with me? No clue. I do appreciate him though.” Thumping his back on his car door, taking out his phone. He texted Lesti “Might be a couple hours late. Do not worry about me and do not call me.” putting his phone on airplane mode was probably the hardest thing to ever do. He’s never been this subtile to his boyfriend nor did he ever think he’d do this. It had to be done, and he was going to do it to protect his town and his family. Never once, he thought about his boyfriend. If he had a reason to protect, and said his boyfriend; yet never finished the task, that’d just put more stress piling up on him. He did not promise anything to Lesti so there was nothing to lose in the end. Grabbing his senses back up he looked at the old and rusty library. “Fuck, it looks worse than last time i’ve been here.”

 

He started to trace his old tracks from the night prior. He constantly mumbled to himself “i’ve gotta do it right.” almost as if his mind was in a constant loop and could not be broken. Like a vinyl in a rundown shop. The back-door creaked open as if it was waiting for his presence, again. “Thank you.” he was talking to a nobody. He’s seen himself insane. Walking inside of the library with a thousand books and a front desk, the door slammed behind him. Giving finn little to no reaction whatsoever. “Seen it all before. Try harder.” he dragged his fingers across the dusty and reeking bookshelves. Some books fading to white-blue particles and others staying. He grabbed one book from the second shelf by the desk. “This one, i think.” puckering himself up on the desk he started to read: “One’s fate may closed by stars, one’s destiny is not so different. One shall see whomst means well, and devils creak the stairs.” as he read the last line an almost shadowy figure tempered down the stairs “so, we meet again Finn?” a tall figure asks. A very masculine voice, too. “You have no need to learn why i’m here, Yun. Let me seek for what i want and i will leave this library alone.” he stated, gold shimmering in his eyes unforgettably. “That’s almost too believable, Finn. You almost got me there!” he chuckled as he threw a shank at Finn. “Your actions can be seen right through, too.” The blade sliced Finn’s arm slightly. Examining his surroundings he darts down to grab the shank. “Too bad i missed! I would have loved to see you gone forever.” Yun exclaimed. “You’re saying this as if you have nothing better to do, Yun. is that really it? Are you just going to see me as a play-toy and nothing else? That’s almost pathetic.” his eyes blazing with some sort of anger. Completely disregarding the scorching pain on his arm. “I wish i could say the same to you Finn, but we both already know you’re quite pathetic.” he laughed once again. Darting from side to side trying to un-correlate where Finn would shoot his shot, Yet.. Finn hit, clear as day. Right into his chest. But it’s almost the same loop. His vision goes blank and he’s met with his boyfriends sweet eyes again. “Oh! You’re up quite early! I was just about to make you some pancakes, if you wanted them!” his boyfriend spoke so softly. The words he spoke sounded fake. He couldn’t tell what was real nor fake anymore. “Lesti..?” he looked down at the blankets, and started to tear up. “How long have i been asleep for?” “Finny!- don’t cry please, ahh uh- Finn you’ve been asleep for 8 hours, you just woke up and it’s Saturday. Finn please repeat what i say. ‘1, 2, 3, 4, 5’” he looked around everywhere, this was not normal for his boyfriend and he wanted to make sure he was okay.

 

A moment of silence passed with occasional huffs from Finn’s indirect crying. “1.. 2, 3, 4, 5.” he spoke, with a bit of resonance. “Thank the heavens Finn. You scared me, so much.” he hugged Finn tightly and looked pulled his chin up. Swiping his tears from his oozing eyes “You’re perfect to me, okay Finn? I don’t know what’s going on with you but i will be here for you every second you’re alive. Even after. I will visit where ever you die and stay with you till’ i cannot.” he spoke so bluntly, but Finn could tell Lesti meant all that he said. “Alright. I love you, Lesti.” he scoffed, letting his tears fall as much as he could. “It’s okay Finny, let it all out.” he really emphasized on “all”. Lesti got a text, but all it said was “failed to connect”. “You’re alright Finn.” he said, with the softest voice Finn has ever heard. Eventually all ashes soon turn to dust.