The conversation continues as I watch the footage.
“You’re choosing your words carefully,” She says, “People do that when the real version hurts too much to say out loud.”
Finnic’s laugh comes out cynical. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know you don’t look like someone who found closure,” she murmurs. “You look like someone who found revenge and realized it didn’t fix what was truly wrong.”
I watch as his shoulders dip slightly, like something inside him has finally decided to give up the pretending.
His next words come fast now, like if he doesn’t say them all at once, he’ll never mention it again. “By the time I got the call, there was nothing left to save. He was the only thing to take care of.”
My chest tightens and I lean my head back against the wall, staring at the stained ceiling like it might settle my nerves.
Truthfully, I would’ve done the same thing he did.
If it were Leigh. I’d destroy the motherfucker who touched her. I’d fucking torture him till the end of his days.
“She didn’t deserve that,” he went on. “Not when outof every single person I knew, she was the most positive. She was someone who believed the world only had bad people because they weren’t taught differently. She was always saying something about giving kindness to the next person.”
Leigh doesn’t interrupt him. She just watches as his story unfolds right in front of her, just as she intended. He trusts way too easily.
Yet again, I am proving my point of how ignorant he can be. I am proving just how big his heart is. Which was like ten times the normal size in terms of emotions.
He glances up then, eyes flicking toward the camera like he could sense me there. “It didn’t bring her back. It didn’t make me feel better.”
Leigh sits quietly as she fiddles with her fingers. Finnic takes a few steps toward her before kneeling down in front of the mattress.
Before he can say what he’s about to say, she interrupts him.
“So when you tell me to give you all of this information,” Leigh utters softly, “you’re actually hoping I’ll take your advice and save myself.” She leans forward closer to his body, “Because if I don’t, it’s just another woman you couldn’t save.”
She presses into the deepest parts of his subconscious with that one sentence.
“Stop fucking with me,” he snaps.
Her gaze doesn’t waver as she looks him dead in his eyes. “I’m not. I’m telling you that playing savior now won’t resurrect the dead.” She leans in even more, “I’m not her, stop trying to save me.”
Finnic’s hands are now shaking.
I crush the entire cigarette in my fist, fully destroying it.
Right before I go to erratically open the door, footsteps move towards it, causing me to toss my phone into my pocket and back away.
I position myself back against the wall casually yet again.
The door swings open, revealing Finnic, who is breathing out heavily as he stands in the doorway.
I raise a brow at him, “You done?”
He gives me a once over before shaking his head, leaving the hallway right after.
A smirk makes its way onto my face as I glance into the room.
Leigh already had a big smile plastered on.
Her and I both know that she’d won him over in that instance.
He is breaking, piece by piece.
