Finn hated to admit it.
But he wanted to die.
He couldn't stand watching Y/n like this everyday.
He hated it.
He wondered if people realized?
If people realized that the love of your life being in a coma hurts you more than them?
Watching them not get better every fucking day.
Every fucking day being a let down.
He hates it.
He hates himself.
He wants to die.
What's the point?
There is nothing.
Nothing to hold onto.
Nothing to love.
Nothing to hope.
Nothing to be happy about.
Everything's worthless.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
N o t h i n g m a t t e r s .