The sky above us was turning a soft shade of blue, and I could feel the cool, damp grass beneath my fingers. It was peaceful here, away from the noise of the day, just me and Finn lying side by side as the sun dipped below the horizon. I looked over at him, the last bits of daylight catching in his hair, giving him a glow he didn't even know he had.

"It's been a weird day, hasn't it?" he murmured, almost like he was talking to the sky, his voice soft and warm.

"Definitely weird," I replied, smiling as I turned to face him. "But you don't seem too fazed by it."

He laughed, the sound light and easy. "Oh, I'm fazed. I just... I don't know. I like to focus on the things that make me happy. Keeps me from getting too caught up in the stuff that doesn't." He shifted, brushing a stray blade of grass off his shirt, but something about the way he was moving made me feel like there was more he wanted to say.

After a moment, he looked over at me, his usual grin softened with something a little more serious. "Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about. It's kind of... personal," he said, looking down.

I gave his hand a squeeze, silently letting him know I was here, ready to listen to whatever he wanted to share.

He took a deep breath, a small smile still on his lips even as he spoke. "So... you know how some days feel a little out of sync?" He paused, eyes lifting to meet mine. "Like, I'm here, and I'm me, but sometimes it feels like I'm standing next to myself instead of actually being me?"

I nodded, watching him with my full attention, letting him know I was right there with him, trying to feel what he was feeling.

"Today was one of those days," he continued. "My dysphoria... it just kind of decided to be extra loud." He let out a soft laugh, looking up at the sky like he was talking to it now. "But honestly? I think of it as my brain's way of reminding me that I still care about being me, even when it's hard. And yeah, sometimes it's like my body and my brain are on different pages, but I figure that's okay. It just means I've got more room to make things better, to choose what parts of me I want to show the world."

Hearing him speak like this, I felt a swell of pride and warmth for him. Finn was the kind of person who could turn any struggle into something beautiful, and even now, with something as personal as his dysphoria, he was finding a way to see it as something almost magical. I shifted closer, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and strength steady me too.

"And honestly, it's strange to say, but sometimes I think the days when I feel out of place are what make the days when I feel like myself even better. Like, if I didn't have those off days, I'd never appreciate the days when I look in the mirror and go, 'Hey, that's me!' You know?" His laugh was soft and genuine, his usual sunshine self even in a moment like this. "And knowing you're here, that you're cool with all of it... it makes those days even better."

My heart swelled at his words, and I felt a warmth in my chest that I didn't even know was possible. "Finn, you're the brightest person I know. Even on your hardest days, you find a way to make it seem like a gift."

A slight blush crept into his cheeks, his hand squeezing mine as he ducked his head. "Well, if I can bring a little light to the people I love, then maybe it's all worth it."

I couldn't help myself—I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, a little reminder of how much he meant to me. "You bring a lot more than just a little light, Finn."

We sat there in the fading light, my head on his shoulder, our hands entwined, and everything felt right. In that moment, I knew I'd never met anyone like him, and I couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't by my side, lighting up even the darkest days