He looks up at me, his eyes wild and blue, and I sink down next to him.
“Finn. Take a breath. You can breathe, you’re fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. It’s all going to be ok.”
“No,” he mutters. “No, no, no.”
“Come here,” I attempt to persuade him. “You’re fine. Finn, you’re fine.”
Finn sits up, and his eyes are glazed, a crazy look in them. He’s not in reality right now, that much is apparent.
“One for one for one,” he mutters, turning to stare out the window. “Do you hear that, Cal? That’s them. One for one. I’m one, you’re one, he’s one.”
“Who’s he, Finn?” I ask, humoring him.
“Him,” Finn says impatiently. “The one with the black eyes, Cal. You know who. One for one for one. The die has been cast. It’s cast, it’s cast.”
“You’re fine, Finn,” I tell him softly. “You’re fine. I’m here.”
You’re dead, and I’m imagining you.
I can control my thoughts.
But I can’t.
Because I will Finn away, and
He’s still here thrashing on the floor.
He mutters for a while longer and then curls up, his head in my lap. I stroke his back and his shoulders, attempting to calm him. It’s odd how easily I can remember what his arms feel like, how easily I can envision him even now.
“His eyes are black, Cal. His eyes are black.”
Finn lets his face roll to the side, and his hands clench in front, so tight that his knuckles turn white.
“He’s dangerous, Cal. His eyes are black. Black, black, black.”
He’s staring and I follow his gaze, and I’m startled to find Dare standing at our door, watching us.
Watching me, because Finn isn’t actually here.
He’s dangerous, Cal.
Dare’s eyes are so dark that in the right light, they do look black.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, backing away. “Is everything all right? Do you need anything?”
I shake my head and he goes away and I’m left reeling.
His eyes are black, Cal. He’s dangerous.
I suppose he is.
That’s why I’ve felt so uneasy, like he’s hiding something.
He’s dangerous.
But why?
All I know is, when he leaned against my doorway, one thing popped into my head.