Finney x reader

Chapter 10- Talk

Finn POV:

It had been a day since I last saw Y/n, and besides talking to her, there wasn't much else I could do. The problem was, I was too shy to approach her yesterday, fearing I would embarrass myself somehow. What confused me the most was why she didn't remember anything.

As I sat in bed, curled up with my knees to my chest, thoughts raced through my mind about what to say to her tomorrow. The possibilities of her reactions left a knot in my chest. Was it even her? She looked so different, and although it had been a year, since she admitted being on TV the other day, it had to be Y/n. But why did she change her name to Girl? I continued pondering as I drifted off to sleep, waking up in the morning with a sense of fear.

At school, I made my way to the cafeteria and took a big bite of my food. I had seen Girl twice today, but I was still waiting for the right moment to talk to her, which never seemed to come. Gwen was sick, and my dad had to work late, so I had to walk home. It had been a while since I walked home since the incident, and my family understood that, but I didn't want to stay home, so I told them I was okay.

The truth was, I wasn't entirely sure if I believed that myself. However, my dad suggested retracing my steps and making it home this time if I felt comfortable with it. So, when the time came, I started my journey home. Each step I took, my mind shook, and with every breath, my fists clenched, sweat forming between my fingers.

"It's okay," I repeated, trying to ignore the fading chatter around me. "It's okay, it's okay." I comforted myself as I ran down the path. However, I couldn't deny the tremors settling in my chest as I walked on the exact section of the path where the grabber had taken me. It all became clear now.

The memories...

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Y/n:

As you strolled home, the fresh scent of pine trees filled the air, bringing a slight smile to your face. Finding some peace was much needed after the unsettling experiences at school. Private education came with a hefty price tag, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all that you had missed or forgotten. Thankfully, Jimmy had a job that covered your expenses, although you were unsure of the nature of that job. While you had the basic necessities of food and shelter, there was still a lingering sense of something being off. Maybe it was that boy, the one with the short, fluffy golden hair and those captivating deep brown eyes.

He was undeniably peculiar, but it didn't feel like he meant to be creepy. Strangely enough, something flickered within you when you gazed at him. It was as if he ignited a spark in your mind that no one else could. But perhaps he simply found you unattractive or felt uncomfortable being close to you, leaving you in a state of shock. Or maybe, just maybe, he had some kind of mental condition. Regardless, thinking about him made you feel uneasy. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to erase him from your memory entirely, as there was a strange familiarity to his voice, even though he had never uttered a word. It was likely all in your head, and you couldn't help but question your sanity.

As you walked along the path, you couldn't help but notice the eerie silence that had fallen over the street. It seemed like everyone had vanished, except for one person who stood there alone. It was a boy, a familiar boy with dark golden curly hair and fair skin. It was the same boy you had sat next to in class on Monday.

Taking a bold step closer to him, you tried to pass by, and to your surprise, he flinched as if startled. "Hey," you greeted him, noticing the fear in his eyes. But as you looked around, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Just an unsettling void of emptiness.

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Finn POV:

Her eyes, unchanged since the first time I saw them, locked with mine. I glanced down at her bandaged arms, a reminder of what she had been through. I wanted to speak, to break the silence, but the words seemed to elude me.

"Are you always this quiet, or am I bothering you?" she asked, her concern evident. "I promise I don't bite."

Snapping out of my daze, I stammered, "Oh, no, sorry. I was just... lost in thought." I awkwardly shifted my gaze, feeling the weight of her familiar eyes. I knew it was her. "I mean, sorry for ignoring you before, but why don't you remember me?" I cleared my throat, my tongue feeling dry.

She turned to face me, and we began walking together. "Well, I, um... I lost my memory about a year ago, so I don't remember much, not even my birthday," she explained. My steps faltered as I realized the implications. "You must have known me before I lost my memory. I'm sorry."

I continued, my voice trembling as I mustered the courage. "Look, I'm... sorry about yesterday. It's just... I have so many questions. Do you remember anything at all? Didn't you see me on the news? You on the news? I mean, Y/n, did you forget everything?" Recognition flickered in her eyes. "What did you just call me?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and fear. I smiled, slightly puzzled by her reaction. "That's your name, isn't it?" I replied. She stared at me in terror, repeating the name as if trying to process its significance.

My head tilted, trying to make sense of the situation. "The grabber's basement... it wasn't you?" The weight of the word "grabber" hung heavily in the air, slowly rolling towards her. She seemed to swallow her words as her gaze remained fixed on me. "I never really asked what happened to end up in that hospital. The nurses told me something, but... wait... no... you were there?" I nodded, confirming her realization. "Listen, whatever happened to me, I just... I don't want to remember anymore," she pleaded, her voice tinged with panic, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

Those words pained me. It hurt to hear her express such a strong aversion to remembering. But then, as I pondered it further, I realized that if I had the choice, I might have chosen the same.

"Just... leave me alone, Finney!" she suddenly exclaimed. We both froze in our tracks. "You do remember! You said my name!" I exclaimed, a smile spreading across my face. She took a step back, visibly overwhelmed. "I- I have to go" she said, her voice trailing off.

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