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Sera held his hand tightly the entire walk back, her thumb gently rubbing small, comforting circles against his skin. She noticed the way Finn hesitated before lowering his hood—the quiet courage it took. She didn’t say anything, didn’t draw attention to it. Just held his hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. But the weight of the day, the emotion, the ache in her chest from watching him spiral and try to hold himself together—it all built quietly inside her. By the time they reached the door, her smile was strained. Her love for him hadn’t faltered, not for a second—but the lingering helplessness, the heartbreak of watching someone she loved not be able to love himself back, was eating her alive. As soon as they stepped inside she muttered a quick, “I’ll be right back,” and bolted down the hall. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, dropping to her knees as the nausea hit. Her stomach lurched and she vomited into the toilet, her hands trembling against the cold tile floor. |
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Finn was concerned and confused as she ran away, but once he heard her vomiting, he rushed after her. He knelt down beside her, holding her hair up and rubbing her back, his hands glowing blue as he used his magic to make her feel better. "You're okay," he whispered to her comforting her through it. Well, he had a whole date planned and was going to propose tonight, properly, but if she was sick, she needed her rest. Everything else could wait. |
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Sera leaned into him as his soothing magic settled her stomach, the worst of the nausea passing with each soft circle he rubbed into her back. The warmth of his hand, the quiet reassurance of his presence, it helped—more than anything else could have in that moment. She let out a shaky breath, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before turning her head slightly toward him. “I’m okay,” she murmured, her voice tired but sincere. “Just… the day caught up with me, I guess.” She tried to smile, a small thing tugging at the corner of her lips. “It’s not your fault. I promise. I think I just—didn’t eat enough, or maybe it’s stress. I don’t know.” Her eyes met his, filled with love despite the exhaustion behind them. “But I’m okay now. Really. You don’t have to worry.” She reached out, brushing her fingers along his cheek. “You take care of me even when I’m falling apart a little. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” |
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Finn smiled softly at her, rubbing her back. He hugged her tight before getting her some water. "Here, drink some of this," |
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Sera leaned back against the cool wall of the bathroom, her breaths steadying as Finn moved away for only a moment. The sound of running water was distant, but comforting—because it was him. Because he stayed. When he returned and knelt beside her again, offering the glass, her eyes softened. She took it with a grateful smile, her fingers brushing his. “Thanks, love,” she murmured, voice still rough from the nausea. She took a few careful sips, the water cold and grounding. |
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Finn smiled softly, kneeling down with her. "You probably just had a little too much sugar," he said softly. |
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Sera let out a quiet laugh, the sound soft and breathy as she leaned into him. “Yeah… the ice cream might’ve been pushing it,” she admitted with a sheepish smile, wiping at her mouth again with the back of her hand. Her head rested gently on his shoulder as she sighed, letting the warmth of his presence calm her frayed nerves. “It’s been a lot today,” she murmured, not just meaning the sugar or the sickness—but everything. The stares, the emotions, the weight they both carried. “But you… being here like this—it makes it all feel manageable. Like maybe we’ll be okay after all.” She turned her head slightly, brushing a kiss to his shoulder. “Sugar crash or not… I’m glad I have you.” |
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Finn wrapped an arm around her shoulder. He smiled softly. "I told you we shouldn't get it," he teased lightly. "I'm glad to have you too," |
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Sera gave a small laugh, nudging him gently with her shoulder as she leaned into his side. “Yeah, yeah… you were right,” she murmured with a playful roll of her eyes, though her smile stayed soft and full of affection. “You’re always right about the important stuff, huh?” She let her eyes flutter closed for a moment, just savoring the feeling of his arm around her and the steady rhythm of his breathing beside her. Even with her stomach still unsettled, his presence grounded her in a way nothing else could. “You’re my safe place, Finn,” she whispered, turning her head to glance up at him. “Even when things are messy and I feel like I’m falling apart… you always hold me together.” |
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Finn smiled, pulling her in gently. "You're my safe place," he whispered back. It was true. She was the only person he felt like he could really talk to. |
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