Hands

Backing Down, Reaching Out

In. Out. In. Out.

Each breath taken was not without a great deal of effort. Finn winced in pain as fingers gently pressed a dressing to his ribs. His voice rasped as the attempt to speak enhanced his pain. "Princess?"

In. Out. In. Out.

"I'm here, Finn." The way she said his name lulled his panicked heartbeat into the calm.

In. Out. In. Out.

As he faded into another space he was brought back to the blood that covered his hands not too long ago. So much blood.

In. Out. In. Out.

"You did what you had to do. " Her words echoed through the blank space of his mind. "I'm sorry. I just can't."

In. Out. In. Out.

How could she make me feel this way with the touch of a hand? How could she make me feel this way if she doesn't love me back?

In. Out. In. Out.