51. This Version Of Finn

SCARLETT.

    As early as six, I was awake. Throughout the night, I hadn't slept well. I kept sleeping and waking up to an empty bed.

    I guess I was used to Finn being around me all night, his arms wrapped around me as he engulfed me in his warmth. No matter how mad at him I was, I still missed his touch. I missed having him around. I missed waking up to his kisses. I missed waking up to morning sex. 

    In fact, I missed him in general!

    I knew I wasn't going to last a week without him. But I was still mad at him. I decided to distract myself with some music. I increased the volume to the highest. It was to let him know that I wasn't miserable without him. I had a life outside of him where I listened to music, enjoyed a sweet-smelling bath, took myself out, swam, and everything else. He wa