'lonely is too lonely alone'

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It's one of those nights she's tossing and turning, wakes up with hot tears streaming down her cheekbones, his ghost haunting in the deep pockets of her soul and it keeps her crying until the sun sneaks through the curtains, cocooning her in warmth that did nothing to comfort-

-one of those nights when she's too lonely to be alone and she takes solace in one too many glasses of wine, only to deeply regret it when she wakes to the bricks grinding against the insides of her skull and what little dinner she had had the night before literally going down the toilet.

And in the morning when she stands in front of the mirror, her dress is loose around her waist and she tries her best to conceal the exhaustion bagging under her eyes because despite everything, superficial things still matter.

Then she comes home after a long, long day to one of those nights when the cold, frigid world backs her up against a corner and she speeds through red lights to get to him faster before she irreparably falls apart and when she knocks, Finn is there-

"-you told me if I ever needed someone," she whispers between breaths, and he almost doesn't hear the way her voice breaks but the dead silence of the night makes him catch on and he pulls her against his body, wraps his arms around her thin frame and let's her cry into his neck, whispers sweet nothings in her ear he knows she can't hear.