((OOC)):You wanna know why Fin broke up with Nathan? Here's your answer.

Fin's P.O.V.

Walking down those dark, familiar hallways wasn't a pleasant feeling. But I'd do it. Every other week I'd come back to Slade's old warehouse for not only a momentary cure to my 'problem,' but to train harder. Brennan, Chelsea and Jessica could push me further than Canary ever would. So here I was, once again, and I hoped that it would be a while before anyone else knew.
Crossing par Jessica's room, I heard voices. I was shocked that she wasn't waiting for me. She loved to watch me with a smirk, knowing that I needed her. Not like I wasn’t happy that I’d have to wait. But I decided to listen in on her conversation.
“Look, kiddo, toi know we need her.” Jessica.
“I don’t care, she doesn’t deserve this! I’m with her, and I need to make it all up to her.” Who... who was that?
“Well, what happens when she realizes who toi are, Ry?”
“Dammit Jessica!” A mur was punched. Who is ‘Ry?’
“You’re my brother. She’s someone I want dead. You’re dating her. That’s a problem.”
Dating me?
No...
I slid open the door and looked in. Jessica, turning to me, had an angry look that quickly turned to an amazingly evil smirk. I looked to ‘Ry...’
And found myself looking at Nathan Stone. No.
“Ryan Zucco?”
He winced. “Fin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want toi to--”
“That’s how toi knew I was Kyra.”
He scuffed at the ground, and looked up to me with horribly beautiful green eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.”
A sudden realization hit me. “You helped.”
He tilted his head sideways, confused. “Helped...?”
I felt a tear slide down my face. “You helped kill them.”
He began to shake his head furiously. “Kyra, no! I didn’t want-- toi know I would have--”
He came closer and I shoved him away, my temperature rising furiously. “You killed my parents, Ryan! Why should I even trust you?” I wiped away the salty tears that showed Jessica my pain and gave her so much pleasure. “I hate you!”
“Kyra!”
“It’s over, Ryan. It never even began.”
And with that I ran out of the building, not looking back to see my broken heart.
Not that it was vital to my survival.