Rob Thomas: Someday

(Finn's POV)

All I could do was stand there and watch as he started gathering his things, throwing everything he had in a bag. He stormed across the room, pushing passed me to the bed where he hastily tossed the rest of his clothes into the bag, shoulder checking me as he turned back towards the closet. I continued to stand there, trying to comprehend exactly what had happened, but I knew this was my fault, it usually was….

"You want me to fucking go?…? I will…" he huffed, yanking down a few of his shirts from the closet rail, letting the hangers fall to the floor in a heap.

"Puck….." I whispered hoarsely, the sudden realization of exactly what the boy was doing clear now. He was leaving me…

"No Finn…"he rasped, digging through the drawers and pulling out other random items of clothing. "….all we ever do is fucking fight with each other. If it's not over one thing it's another!"

"Please…" I begged, reaching out to him. I felt my body begin to quiver. Puck. The only thing I had left, was slipping through my fingers right in front of me. "…don't go."

He throws my hand away from him harshly, hissing "Don't touch me!" I recoiled , backing away from him, seeing the mix of hurt and anger in his face. "O-Ok….." I stammered. "I'm sorry." I could see now that there was nothing I could do or say to make him change his mind, so I remained silent. I had done this to him and now I was going to pay the price….him.

My heart shattered with each thing he packed….his clothes, his toiletries, his pictures…everything. Suddenly, his hands fly to the small strip of hair on his head, pulling hard before kicking the bedpost. "Why Finn! Why are you making me do this? Do you honestly think I want to leave you?" he cries, glassy, painful eyes trained on me, demanding answers.

Now I was the one who was hurt, and God knows that can fuel the flames higher. I looked at "our" room, or at least what was left of it. The only remnants of Puck besides the boy himself were his shoes sitting idly at the door, almost beckoning for Puck to follow thru and leave…..leave me forever, but hurt is a powerful thing…..

"You look like you've already made your decision….." I spat, trying to look anywhere but at Puck, fearing if I saw his eyes I might cry; and I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me weak. That's another dangerous, powerful thing….Pride….

He scoffs, picking up his bag, heading towards the door, slipping his shoes on. "Ya know one day, we're gonna figure all this out…..

I finally looked up, seeing the stern yet broken expression haunting his face, seeing the beginnings of what looked like tears in his eyes. He scoffed again, shaking his head before slamming the door behind him…..he was gone.

I sank to my knees, tears streaming down my face as I just let go…..finally feeling the pain that I caused Puck for so long. I replayed his last sentence in my head as I heard the engine from his truck start up, breaking what little spirit I had left. Then I answered, nodding as the tears continued to fall…

"Someday….."