And just like that, another sun goes down on the shore. Not that Finn is counting how many were so far, he was just tired of them. After the incident in the forest things seemed to have changed with everyone, fear seemed to be making it’s way into people’s hearts and minds, and Finn didn’t needed that. Being alone was always something that helped him think and find solutions for his personal issues, and after some recent events Finley didn’t felt like he had the right to ask anyone’s help. He was making himself distant, from people, from his job at the farm, from everything. Not exactly because he needed that space, but simply because he wanted to. He wanted distance.
As night would come, he was sitting there, nearby the farm, alone in the tables watching the sky change it’s collors, and as he watched some of the others who worked around the farm with him just pretend he wasn’t there. Finn wasn’t sure if they were respecting his clear request for space, or just decided to ignore him for him being doing that a lot lately, if people were too close, they would notice how his wounds didn’t seemed to be healing very well, or the fact that he had some new scratches around his body. He has been training a lot, doing things others didn’t needed to know and just trying to push some things out of his mind. The blonde closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath of air while little by little the people around the tables started to leave, soon he would be alone, at least he thought, before his great hearing noticed footsteps walking towards him.
