flightforfreedom: (downcast)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-24 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't fight it, even though the affection was far more heartbreaking than it was comforting.

Finn had always been perfect, and he still was. He was a better man than Poe ever had been.

Poe closed his eyes, trying just to breathe, but the guilt was building fast now that the desperation had subdued. He swallowed thickly.

"... Yeah, I do. You don't - fuck, none of this is fair to you--"
flightforfreedom: (sometimes i wear black)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-25 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn tried to hold him closer but Poe kept trying to pull away. He felt almost sick, now. Not because of Finn. Not beautiful, wonderful, perfect Finn. But because of himself.

"It's absolutely my fault," he asserted. "You don't-- fuck-- you don't get it, Finn. You've been gone almost a year. I-- I tried to move on, I- I've been seeing someone else--"

It felt like someone punched him in the gut and he pulled back further, pulling his hands up and pressing his face into them, burying it. "Fuck, he really doesn't deserve this either--"
flightforfreedom: (war hero in profile)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-25 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you didn't know. You couldn't know. I hadn't told you," he pointed out, the self loathing laced heavily into every word.

His hands lowered to watch Finn get up, the heart break written clear across his face, and a surge of protective self hatred bloomed in his check, choking in his throat. No. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let Finn walk out like this.

He was off the bed before the thought had even fully computed, reaching out to grab Finn's wrists before he could do anything with his hands, a fierce sort of grief written across his face.

"That was me, Finn. Understand? You don't - I don't want you to feel sorry for something that's my fault, you didn't-- you didn't do anything wrong. Ever. You've never been anything but good to me even as I ruin everything for you-- Finn--" he swallowed heavily, his palms a little sweaty even as they bound Finn's wrists tightly. "I should have waited. I knew I should have. I did for a while but I-- I should have waited, because I'm still - I'm still so fucking in love with you and I don't even care that you don't remember because every single thing you do reminds me that you're the same man, the same huge, perfect heart, and I don't - I don't care if you can't remember all the times I accidentally crushed it or ruined everything, I just--"

He words were faltering, the desperation far more clear than the meaning.

"I'm sorry. I'm so-- I'm so fucking sorry--"