hand in hand.

the griever

Elizabeth groaned as she woke up, looking up at the sky, as the moon shone down on them.

It must have been pretty late in the night by then.

She looked to her side, as Newt's head was resting on top of hers, his arm around her. She smiled as she carefully moved his arm, not wanting to wake him.

She stood up, staring up at the moon as if it were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She laid down on the grass, admiring every second of it. She went from one star to another, counting them.

The moonlight made her eyes glow eerily, as her smile grew wider by the second. She sat back up, only to see Newt awake.

They stared at each other hopelessly, as their hearts were beating faster. She smiled softly at him before standing up.

She grabbed his hand as she lead him into the forest. He followed her, even though he had no clue of what she was doing.

Despite not saying a word, Newt had a million thoughts running through his mind.

The forest was cold, the rustle of trees against one another faint. The moonlight shone through the treetops as she stopped, holding his cold hands tightly.

They were both nervous, and for a good reason. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, as her eyes started watering.

Newt: Are you alright, Lizzie?

He put a hand on her cheek, as she closed her eyes, a tear running down her face. He wiped it off gently with his thumb, as she pulled him in for a tight hug.

He was confused as to what was going on, and awfully worried so. He sighed as he hugged her back, putting one hand around her and one in her hair.

She looked up, as their faces were 2 inches apart from one another.

Elizabeth: The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

She looks into his eyes, her heart aching.

He's smiling down at her, stroking her hair as though she was something beautiful. As though she was something worthy of gentleness, of comfort, of love.

Newt: Not as beautiful as you, Elizabeth.

She pulled him in for a kiss.

And then, they both got woken up by Minho.

It was all a dream.

A dream which neither of them realised they shared. They were both in the same position where they were before the events of the dream occurred.

Elizabeth lifted her head from his shoulder, as she rubbed her aching neck. Newt stood up, as he held out his hand, pulling her up.

Minho: Morning, Liz.

He smiled at her as she smiled back sheepishly.

Elizabeth: Morning, Minho.

Minho: You ready to go?

Elizabeth: Yeah just give me a second, let's go-

They both went off to do their job as they both kind of disregarded Newt.

Elizabeth looked back at Newt a few times, smiling a little, but not being able to forget the dream she had, which made it uncomfortable.

Maybe she liked him.