Thomas' POV
There I was again, along the edge of the beach, this little spot next to the weird shaped boulder. Somehow in this short period of time I've grown quite fond of this spot.
Once again, I looked into the endless sea, swallowed in deep thought. I was thinking of all the possibilities with Teresa. She could have escaped from the ruins of the building, maybe she's seeking refuge with some other WICKED workers, though I highly doubted that.
"Hey,"
His voice disrupting my train of thought, I could recognize his adorable accent anywhere.
Newt once again took a seat right next to me, I desperately wanted to embrace him in a hug again, to feel safe in his arms.
Instead, I apologized.
"I'm sorry Newt."
"No Thomas I know how much you care for Teresa, it would be selfish for me to keep you from trying to find her."
I looked at him curiously,
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing... Since when have you called me Thomas."
"I dunno, I thought you wouldn't want me to call you Tommy in times like this" Newt responded
"No... I like it." I smiled,
Newt chuckled beside me, I rested my head onto his slim shoulders. Feeling his warmth comforted me. I felt like a kid again, even though I don't remember my childhood. I wanted to snuggle in his arms forever.
After a while, I rested my eyes, listening to the sounds of nature. Newt stroking my hair gently, sending a mix of pleasure through my body. He must have thought I was asleep, because I knew he would never admit such a thing if I was conscious.
"I love you Tommy."
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