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Prologue
This was big to Finn. He had been buzzing off the walls, nearly making a burning trail into the carpet floor he stood on, by the way he was pacing bath in forth. He's never felt such a massive amount of enthusiasm for something. That even to includes the one time he buried a slice of pizza into the ground when he was younger, at the words of one of his friends in school at the time, told him that a pizza tree would grow. He had been so heartbroken that his teacher had to get him to sit outside and take deep breaths when he learned the truth. He never spoke to the boy ever again after that. The grudge he held was strong.
This was completely different though. By the longest shot. This moment was terribly different, but in a good way of course. He was going to finally be able to see him. After all these years he waited. He never gave upon him and he finally gets to see him. Not just a phone call anymore, but actually see him.
He knew he wasn't going to make himself feel any better while circling around and around. He placed a hand on a dresser in the room he was in and took a deep breath. Having a heart attack about it won't him and if anything, delay the one moment he's been craving for so long.
He was coming and the there was nothing that could stop him.
The crummy motel was the closest thing to the prison and it was cheap. he couldn't complain and the thought of having to drive even a town over would make him go crazy. He moved over to a blue backpack he slung over a chair. He pulled out a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste to pair with it. He trudged towards the bathroom, turning on the water, and waiting for it to warm up a bit. He ran the toothbrush under the water for a minute and put a small size of the mint-flavored paste. He brushed his teeth slowly, the tethering thought filling his mind once again. he couldn't think about it too much again. He spit out the now foamed up sensation in his mouth, washing off the the toothbrush. He placed it on the counter and lean down as he scooped water into his hand and splashed his face. The water was the perfect temperature for a wake-up call. He really needed it right now.
Finn grabbed one of the motel's fresh towels that were placed right next to the sink. At least they did that. it makes up for the two lights that didn't even turn on when he tried them when he first walked into the room mere hours ago. He dabbed the water off of his face and looked at this reflection in the mirror. He had since cut his hair off after getting released from the hospital. One more reminder of his brush of death within that vile place.
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