~Three Gone, Three to Stay~
The soft rustling alerted Finn that someone had entered his sleeping tent. He instinctively grabbed his nearby crossbow, but relaxed when he saw the intruder. "Piper?" The crystal mage was silhouetted from the soft glow of torches, but Finn still knew it was her. Piper let the tent flap flutter shut behind her as she stepped in.
Finn propped himself on his elbows, trying to discern Piper's expression. Something didn't seem right. It had been ages since he had seen her, let alone seen her in a more intimate way. He knew she was crazy busy, but he didn't really expect for her to fall off the terra. He had hidden away his hopes that she would come back when things settled down, or when she got lonely enough. He really hoped that she might drop by just because she missed him; missed them.
All those hopes came crashing down the minute Piper spoke. "I... I can't do this anymore, Finn."
The sharpshooter was glad it was dark in the tent and near impossible to see his face. "Oh, well... okay then. Guess it was gonna happen eventually. I guess we're going back to what we were before then?"
"I don't just mean us, Finn, I meant everything. I can only focus one thing right now, and that's the crystal stuff." It wasn't exactly what Finn wanted to hear. He could understand the two of them breaking up, but...
"What's that supposed to mean? Wait... are you quitting the Storm Hawks?" Finn almost yelled. "Come on, you don't have to do that! You don't have to quit the team just because we broke up!"
Piper visibly flinched. "I'm not quitting, just taking a hiatus. I need a break, Finn."
"You can't do this!"
"I have to, Finn. I know it's impossible for you, but you could try and empathize for someone for once in your life!"
"Yeah, well, whatever. You go right ahead and quit. We don't need you." Finn rolled onto his side, his back turned to Piper. Silence was heavy in the tent, before a soft rustle indicated Piper left; Finn felt something tear inside when she gone.