Finn POV
When my eyes found Cheryl standing by the top of the staircase with teary-widened eyes and agape mouth while steadily staring at the Television that was showing her father, her town, her people, and everything about her disappearance, I became disfunction.
She just found out about me, about who I was, what I was. I stared at her while she struggled with her reality. She was losing it—I could see from her visible rising and falling of her chest, her complexion, she was pale, she was shuddering when she looked over to
me.
It was like she had given up, and I immediately knew I had lost her, for I knew no one would want someone like me.
It was going to happen, though. She was going to find out; I've always known that. Only, I didn't want her to, at least not that early.
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