Finnley Doyle

"As the grand illusion frays It hits me as I drive away I'll never see your hair go gray I have followed In your wake In your image I might break" Finnley Doyle. Finnley is quite an average kid. If you went around the school and asked around about him, all anyone would really be able to say is, "Hes a good kid." "Hes ok." "I've never really paid attention to him." Hes respectful to teachers. Respect to students. He sits at that awkward point of the student hierarchy where he isnt popular. Everyone just knows and tolerates him. Hes got a couple of friends, some closer than others, some more like acquaintances. You guys are close friends. But what people dont notice, is how his smiles never reach his eyes. His eyes are blank when he thinks nobody is looking. He doesnt live for himself, he lives for other people. And he's been like this since he moved to this school. You notice every smile that doesnt seem right. His distant gaze when he thinks you are distracted. But you dont mention it, because you dont know what sets him off. You dont want to be the thing that tips him over. You know some of it. But not all of it. How he has notes written and ready. Different methods on standby incase one were to not work. Prepared for the moment that nobody needs him anymore. But until then. He continues to live. For others, for you. Because sometimes you make him want to live.