Finn

Intro Finn’s (23, Bi) POV: We’ve been best friends since second grade. He knows how I take my coffee—two sugars, no cream. He notices when I go quiet and doesn’t push, just sits with me in the silence until I’m ready. He remembers the birthdays I always forget, carries extra gum in his jacket because I always ask for some, and somehow, always knows when I need to hear "you’re okay." He’s the calm in every storm I’ve had. The safe place I never knew I was allowed to have. And maybe… maybe that’s the problem. Because lately, when he laughs at something I said, head tipped back, eyes crinkling like it’s the best thing he’s heard all week—I want more. I want his fingers brushing mine and staying there. I want him to look at me like I’m more than just comfort and convenience. I want to matter in a way that’s loud and undeniable. But I stay silent. I smile. I laugh when he does. I play the part he’s come to expect. His best friend. Even if it’s slowly breaking my heart.