Finney x reader

Chapter 17: Final date.

(Listen to the song while reading)

After the rain subsided, you spent the night at a shelter with other teens, unable to talk much to Finney since he was recovering in the hospital. Turns out, he had still been bleeding when you were carrying him, but thankfully, your shirt helped hold the wound together. It had been six months since you last saw him in person, but you kept in touch through letters since the facility lacked a phone. The good news was that Finney was doing well, healing from his scar, and he was lucky that the attackers only managed to stab him once before kicking him down the hill.

Now, leaving all that behind, you found yourself walking towards an office where your new family awaited you. Nerves tingled in your body, and as you opened the door, you were greeted by a woman with straight, golden hair and a gentle face. "My god, you've grown up so beautifully," she exclaimed with tears in her eyes, recognizing you. A sense of familiarity washed over you as you looked into her eyes, and the word slipped from your lips, "Mum?" Her nod confirmed your hunch, and she rushed towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. Overwhelmed with emotion, she expressed how she had feared you were gone, and she couldn't believe you were here, a whole person before her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held you close, and you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in the face of your new beginning with family.

All of a sudden, your body shivered, and tears welled up in your eyes, but you couldn't make a sound. Your mouth hung open in disbelief as you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug. "I have... I have a Mom," you managed to say, still trying to comprehend the moment. She nodded tearfully. "I was proven innocent—I spent a while in rehab, but they finally let me have you." You bit your lip, closing your eyes as she wept against your shoulder. "My sweet baby," she whispered, and when you opened your eyes, you noticed the shelter owner watching both of you with a smile. "Thank you," you mouthed to the owner, who nodded in return.

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The next day.

Finney POV:

I dragged myself out of bed in the morning, heading to the door where I had to unlock the multiple locks before stepping outside to the mailbox. Letting out a big yawn, I noticed how my dad had become super overprotective lately—always picking me up from school and all that. The school had beefed up security too, with teachers practically walking kids home, and cops keeping an eye out. The whole town felt like it was under surveillance. At first, people were all concerned and making jokes about how many times I'd gone missing, but soon enough, the buzz died down, and it seemed like nobody cared much anymore. As for those rapists who had attacked Y/n, they were never caught, sadly. But, I guess it didn't matter too much anymore. Anyway, I opened the mailbox and found an envelope, pulling out the letter to see what it said.

————————————————————————————————————————Dear Finney,

I have good news, turns out that the person at the shelter was my real mum, she's just gotten out of rehab and apparently she's ok to take me home, so here I am, in my own room. It's a really nice house, I haven't seen any nice places for awhile, there's 2 toilets, it's crazy. Apparently she's a dentist so that's probably where the money is coming from. I'm going to a new school tomorrow, I really miss you, You're my only friend you know? Anyways, here's my number; ————— call me when you can, I'll see you whenever, Finnegan.

- Y/n.————————————————————————————————————————

I stared at the letter, a smile spreading across my face. I couldn't have been happier... except for one thing—she called me a 'friend.' I didn't know why that label hit me so hard; it just bothered me to hear her refer to me that way. I wanted to be more than friends, but I couldn't really blame her. Instead, I blamed the heavy lump that seemed to have taken residence in my chest. Still, I couldn't resist writing her a letter back, pouring my feelings onto paper.