losing him was like losing half her soul, there was a black hole where there used to be a beautiful constellation called her heart. there’s time where she looks up from a project she’s working on when she sees him until dark eyes focus enough. times where she’s just waking up and she feels the warmth of him in her side. times where he still feels like he’s here but she just can’t feel him or see him.
but he’s not. he died. he can’t be here. he passed on to the other side. she held his lifeless body in her hands covered in his blood. he was gone and there was no way he could come back from the dead. unless radiation had that effect, but she highly doubted that because she still has yet to see a grounder with super human strength. so she knows, it’s not like that.
frustration is coursing through the sleep deprived reyes now, trying to find the tool she’s been hunting for a specific tool. she sighs, slamming one drawer shut. the other one on the right. without thinking she tries the other one and still, no luck. the second one. she follows the voice and alas, she finds it. ‘ thank you? ’ but the thanks falls into empty air when she sees that no one is there. odd.
great, she’s going crazy. perfect.
she shakes hear head free as if that’ll clear her head up, sliding back into her chair as she goes back to work on her project when the jar gets flung across her station. she couldn’t of hit it so she what the hell was going on? she’s really just going crazy, isn’t she?
she’d rub at over tired eyes now, that’s all it had to be right? exhaustion making her see things? that if she’d open her eyes now the jar filled with metal fragments would still be on the metal table.so when dark hues opened to see it was still tossed,
she’s definitely going out of her mind.
raven please. is all she hears and she’s already tossing the tool across the room, hands reaching up to cover her ears. ‘ get out of my head! i’m not crazy, i’m not. ’ she yells, fingers digging into her pent up hair. ‘ i’m not crazy… you’re not here anymore, i’m not supposed to hear you. you’re not here, you’re not here. ’
finn wasn’t hoping for much, or for nothing specific at all, but just the smallest hint that she knew he was here. dulled brown eyes watch as - to his utter shock, quickening a dead heart - she seems to follow his instructions for finding the right tool. but she still can’t see him.
her words hurt, but he’s already jumped to his feet, half-leaping over and around her work station to kneel by her side, hands gripping the edge of the table and her chair as if trying to cement himself, to make this moment real.
‘raven, it’s me,’ he stresses, trying harder than he ever has since he’s died to make her see him, ‘you’re not crazy, i am here, this is real, i’m right here.’
he doesn’t know what he’ll do if this doesn’t work, if raven closes herself off to hearing him or sensing him.
he’s spent nights in her bed beside her, arms wrapped up around himself, unable to touch but unable to sleep, watching over her shoulder for anyone who might come in. he can protect her a little. but only if she lets him.
what the rules are for being like he is, finn doesn’t know. but if she writes him off completely, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. if he’ll even exist anymore. it’s for her he’s back.
unfinished business. apologies. repentance.
‘raven, i’m right here, just turn and see me. please. i’m right here. i can’t go yet…’
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