i don't want to live a lie

@Dante let's hit it

Finn wasn't the conventional male. And while he found himself proud of being different sometimes he wished things would be simpler. There were days he felt like the event in his life were taken from a ridiculous joke with a lame punch-line.

Even if Finn had managed to build a strong masquerade around his inner self, he still struggled to keep to the script; especially at times like this. Finn had never been in love, he was supposed to be an untamed bull that had no owner and rode the land like the wind. But day after day that careless cassanova charade had begun to crumble.

He had a natural swag and an innate charm in his eyes but he had played the a role that was not his own for so long he was beginning to forget how his real self was, and what he would do. Feeling overwhelmed by these thoughts Finn trotted away from the Plateu and into a place he had never been to.

The mountain that extended before him stood proud and secure; not like the silver drapped man that walked with his tail hanging low. Was it to late to take of his mask? But he feared that what lied beneath the mask was already rusty and rotten.

He paced the base of the mountain as he thought of the woman. What would assure she'd like him as he really was? Would she like a claustrophobic boy that had no table manner and daddy issues over a man with a always perfect smile and the bad boy vibe?