he’d never been a fan of christmas. the concept was nice, but despite how hard his sister tried to make it special — it could never counter the reality of their parents. there was just something missing, the obvious sense that he wasn’t with the person who meant more to him than anyone else as he’d picked quietly at his dinner. for a few days finn had sworn to himself he’d moved past it — that he didn’t mind being lonely over the holidays if it meant that after new years he would focus on his studies. yet somehow his feet had found themselves carrying him to the all too familiar front door, fingers pushing dark locks anxiously back from before his features as he waited for it to pull open. “ hey, merry late christmas. ” the words fell almost as a whisper, heart dropping to his stomach as brown eyes took in the familiar features. “ — i uh, i have something for you. ” fingers held out the poorly wrapped present, the nondescript wrapping paper that was once going to be a gift when for zach got home and they’d gotten back together properly. only it had never happened, and he couldn’t look at it anymore. // @badassteller













