Jack: You find yourself at my door, lost. The look on your face tells it all. How you're sorry that you messed up, how you wish you never let me go, how you want so badly to renew the promise you made to me. Just like all those times before, you still have that glassy eyed look when you lift your head and your eyes find mine.
"Jack?" I ask, making sure that my brain isn't deceiving me from reality.
"What are you doing here?" I step onto my porch, closing my front door and crossing my arms, trying to preserve as much body heat as possible.
"I-" you stutter, obviously at a loss for words. "To be honest, I don't know. But I have the feeling that whatever lead me here, wanted me to get you back. So that's exactly what I'm doing."
"No, (Y/N), listen to me. I know I broke my promises, every single one of them, but - "
"Jack! Stop! Listen, I know, you wear your best apology, but it's not going to work. You left me. You let me go. And that hurt me in a way that can't be mended. No matter what you say or do, you can't fix it." I confess, feeling like this is the only chance I have to do so.
"But - " you try to counter what I say, but I cut you off.
"But I was there to watch you leave. And that is something I will never forget."
"Fine. Do you know what, I'll leave. But hear me out, first." you pause, giving me a chance to say something, but I don't, I let you continue. "I know I hurt you, I damaged you, and that is something that I will forever regret. But if you tell me that you don't love me, that you still don't have feelings for me, than I will walk away and never see you again."
"I..." for once, I'm at a loss for words. You take this opportunity and start to lean in to kiss me. You stop, breaths away from my lips, and whisper a few simple words.
"Just let me have this last kiss, for the last time before I leave." Your lips touch mine, gently. In those few seconds that they're on mine, I make a decision. A foolish one, yes, but the right one.
"Don't worry," I whisper. "This isn't the last time."
Finn: And right before your eyes, I'm aching. The amount of alcohol I've consumed is evident to you, but you ignore it. Instead, you pour your heart out to me. Like in the movies, you're crying. You tell me there's no past, that nothing matters except the present.
"Hear me out," You grab my hand, ignoring the tears splashing the porch. "All I can think about is you. Whenever I try not to, my mind just goes straight back to you. And I figured out why. Because there’s only one, no, two things that truly matter to me. Not videos, not food, no, none of that. Just you and me."
I look away from you, but don't separate out hands. "I won't be able to run away, will I?" I realize that I'm crying, but just like him, I don't care. Just like him, I need to tell him everything. "Everywhere I go, I think of you. You're omniscient in my head. Even when I avert my mind's attention," I take a deep breath and continue. "I fall asleep and see you again. There's nowhere to hide, Finn. And because of that, I think I'm going insane."
"Then take me back." your voice screams desperation. "I know that I messed up, and that I broke my promises, but please, you and I both know that we're meant to be together. (Y/N), please."
I ignore what you say and continue speaking. "I tried to get the help of my friends to make me feel better, that didn't work. Even the two friends every girl can count on, Ben and Jerry, didn't aid in my attempt to rid you out of my mind. It's like something's telling me, that you and me, we're never supposed to separate."
"Then don't. Let's not separate." I can see the glimpse of hope in your eyes.
"But, Finn, you hurt me. You internally broke me."
"And I can mend that. Everybody asks me about the last time I did this with you or that with you, trying to get me to tell them what happened between us. But I don't want there to be a last time, (Y/N). Please."
I don't fight him. Instead I raise the white flag. "There's going to be lots of infinities, Finn."
I smile, watching your eyes light up, processing what I had just said. Your eyes grow bigger, realizing something that I don't.
"Nothing, it's just - " you can't hold it in anymore, and burst into laughter. I stare at you with confusion until you calm down and look me in the eye.
"Did you just quote The Fault in Our Stars?" My eyes grow wide, realizing that I indeed had quoted the famous book.
"Yes, I did. And it probably won't be the last time."
