𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬. Never having a mother of his own, Mrs. Lahey was the closest he had come to knowing what it was like to be loved by one. Even in her last days, she was beautiful, kind and caring: everything he had ever hoped for in a mother. Often times, he felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy when he looked at Isaac and his family. Then, guilt. Though Mrs. Lahey had always been kind to him, Isaac had probably told her how he had no family, Finn always felt guilt when receiving her kindness. Isaac and Camden were her sons, not him. Some people just got lucky.
“ I used to be so jealous of you, you know, ” Finn admits quietly, picking up a pebble and tossing it across the surface of the water. It skips once, twice, three, four times until it stops, plummeting to the bottom of the pond. “ And your family. I wanted that so bad. I felt like an outsider sometimes. ”
/ 🖊 , @egocrsh ( for isaac )