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after finney escaped the basement and killed the grabber, he wasn't the same person.
he missed robin; he had been his only friend, and finney couldn't save him.
to try and forget the pain, he started smoking and doing drugs, but the nightmares still haunted him.
one day, he couldn't bear it anymore. he felt he had nothing left to live for, no goal in life. he was just… there. he loved his sister, but she didn't understand him.
so he drove to a nearby bridge.
when he got there, he decided to have one last smoke.
he observed the quiet city below him.
"it's so peaceful," he thought
suddenly, he heard footsteps beside him. he tensed up slightly, annoyed that someone had interrupted his moment. he considered going back to his car and driving somewhere else, but the stranger spoke up.
"the view is beautiful," they whispered softly, a joint sitting between their fingers.
finney was quite surprised they had talked to him in the first place. he hadn't had a proper conversation with anyone other than his sister in months.
"yeah," he answered simply.
it was quiet for a while. finney glanced at the person sideways. It was a girl.
"ugh, if I leave now, I'm gonna make it awkward," he thought. "whatever, it's not like she's gonna run after me or start crying. It's my last day here, I might as well do what I want."
he took a step back, crushed his cigarette butt under his shoe, and slowly started to walk away.
"wait," the stranger said.
finney froze. "what the fuck? why is she trying to talk to me?" he thought.
"is it really worth it?" she asked.
"does she know? is it really that obvious?" he thought.
finney turned back around to face her, an unreadable look on his face.
"why do you care?" he asked coldly.
she ignored his question.
"I tried to kill myself before. It didn't work. I was devastated—cried my heart out when I woke up. but I decided if I had to live, I'd do what I wanted to. you know what I did? I went skydiving," she paused. "I never felt more alive." she chuckled faintly, a quiet sound.
finney didn't talk for a while.
"what's your point?" he asked, his voice quieter now.
"dying won’t fix anything. it just stops you from ever finding a way out." she said simply.
that made finney mad. who did she think she was?
"you’re just a stranger. you don't know me. you don't know what I've been through. there is no fucking way out. he died. he can't come back. he..." finney let out a choked sound, which he tried to hide by coughing.
as he raised his hand to cover his mouth, his sleeve slipped down, exposing the pale, jagged lines cutting across his wrist.
she noticed.
finney closed his eyes, clenching his fists tightly.
suddenly, he felt arms wrap around him. he broke down crying. she only held him tighter.
for the first time in a long time, finney let himself break.