روايات وقصص ضمن Finny Smith If He Had Been With Me

If Finn wouldn’t ask me out on a date if he didn’t have a plan. It has been years since we had lunch together, it had been so long that I couldn’t even remember how it used to feel. Finn had a reason for this and I couldn’t help but wonder if he already knew about our plans. What if we weren’t even a player in this game but pawns that were being controlled by Finn? What do I do now?

“You came in with that fine gentleman, and minutes later your old friend stormed out, face like a thundercloud.” I freeze. Stomach dropping. “What are you talking about?” “Finn,” Johnny says, like it’s obvious. “Came by this afternoon. Maybe ten minutes before you showed up. You must have said something to him up there. He didn't look too good. Didn't reply when I said goodbye.” My heart stops beating for a second. Finn. Here. Today. My mind runs ahead of me, connecting dots I don’t want to connect. And as the memories flood in, realization comes with them.

/We must really look like shit. Shut up Sybil. I was vaguely aware of Cillian pulling me to him, but I couldn't take my eyes off Finn. Had he somehow gotten taller? Maybe he just stood prouder now he had this collection of male friends to prank around with in the mud. Including Zeke. “I’m so glad Zeke didn’t kill you,” I murmured. Finn rolled his eyes, declaring the muddy-faced Zeke and he were friends. Instead of reassuring me it only reminded me of the chessboard imagery in my mind. Another slice of Fate distorted. Instead of killing, they’d bonded.

This picture would be worthy of a spot on my wall if it wasn't also the image responsible for shredding my heart. How could it possibly be true? There is so much wrong with the article. There is so much wrong with my life. It can't be true. How could Finn forget to mention he has a few million... no billion dollars in the bank? How did it go on for so long? Why didn't I question anything? What should I have questioned? How many signs did I miss?

That’s why Fin decided to go back. “You really are lucky to have a second chance like this,” I said. He looked at me. I couldn’t help but to envy him. Because unlike me, he has a second chance to be with his mate once again. They will reunite again. While me…run away from my mate. I didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye or explain myself to him. “I know you’ll see him again, Cristine…” Fin said. He knows what I am thinking. I smiled shortly and stared at the ground where our feet are standing.

Smith tried to shrug it off, “That’s no excuse. You're my best friend Smith, you were my first friend. I'm sorry I haven’t been there for you. I should have tried harder” “Don’t beat yourself up princess, I haven’t really made much effort either” he replied and took my hands. “You found your Mum, Zee. That's kind of huge” “I did, and it is. And you lost your best friend" I answered. I knew he was trying to avoid talking about it. About Cole. But I'm no fool. Smith pulled his hands away from mine and snarled,

"And if I hadn’t made that stupid decision in a moment of weakness, you might not have gotten injured that day. This—" "Stop." Finally, I cut through his words, silencing him. His eyes widened slightly, as if he wasn't expecting me to interrupt, but I continued to speak in a matter-of-fact tone. "Even if you hadn’t suppressed your mate bond, Fynn, I would have been injured all the same. This wasn’t your fault." I knew that if I showed even a hint of emotion… whether it was concern, affection, or empathy, Fynn wouldn’t take my words seriously.

“Are you trying to make me horny all day?” “Deal with it like the rest of us, but there was no way I was leaving her like that. At least now we all have something to look forward to later,” Finley says, supporting my weight as I come back down from the best high.

I thought to myself. “Please Freya,” Sam said softly, as he held his hand out for me. “Urgh, fine. On one condition,” I paused as Sam replied, “Anything.” “Finn comes with me,” I said firmly as I folded my arms. He was healed now, and if anything was going to happen, I'd feel better knowing that he was by my side to help me fight. Sam furrowed his brow as he thought about it. He then looked over at Finnley, and nodded. He then said,

“I just don’t get it. Ruth has loved you so faithfully for years. Why didn’t you act sooner? Why wait until she’s married to get her back?” Finn’s gaze wavered. His hand fell limply to his side. He lifted his eyes and stared straight at the person who had just spoken. “If I go to her myself, will she be with me?” “Tsk… I don’t know about that. But based on the facts, you have to go first.” Finn sank into the sofa, puffing one cigarette after another until ash and cigarette butts littered the floor. It wasn’t until morning, when the daylight finally came, that he stood up, stretching his stiff muscles.