Blacktail Deer Plateau so fill up your lungs and just run.

Their eyes connected for less than a second, but that brief moment was enough for him to recognize a part in his heart he had never felt before. As if a room with no windows had received the faintest flicker of light for the first time. The corners of his lips curled into one of his signature hollywood boy smiles, charming yet meaningful this time.

That until a certain word he had never used was mentioned. Finn watched her attentively as she brought back the memories of her childhood, he could've sworn he saw the scene reflected in her brown eyes. For a moment he wondered if she could also read his eyes with such ease, if so did she see the emptiness that the word dad brought along? Though the wounds of having a phantom father had healed a bit, speaking of the subject still stung the young male. He hadn't even known his name; the only thing he had was a vague image of his face. Large and freckled, with kind amber eyes.

At the end of her story, Finn was tempted to allow his own memories (or lack of thereof) of his father slide of his chest. He had been carrying that burden for so long it had almost become part of his skin --as if he had worn an armor every time his past was questioned.

I'd tell you a story of my own but I don't really have one, he barked, and I don't have a father either, he added silently in his mind, the light in his eyes fading slowly.