/ˈdʒɪɡsɔː/
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jigsaw - conan gray
you take every part of me
all of the things you need
then the rest you discard
i look in the mirror,
now i'm just a jigsaw
where newt takes every piece of his own to make thomas love him as the p...
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"Newt, I don't care if you're living in an attic or whatever, just please tell what you told me Thomas too, he has to know. If he's ever going to fall in love with you, make sure it's really you he's falling in love with."
He laid down next to him. It was silent after Minho left. He felt as if he did something wrong, to throw the drinks away and take something from Thomas what was his own escape. Newt's escape was to hurt himself. It was less than before, but he still did that sometimes.
"I'm so sorry, Tommy," Newt whispered into the brunet's shoulder, leaning his head there.
He fell asleep after he got into his sweats. Thomas didn't give any sign of life in his sleep, slightly snoring. But he woke up eventually, after feeling the blonde shift and lay his head on his chest. It felt nice, Thomas shook his head. He was really falling for Newt.
He couldn't sleep that night. His stomach was grumbling, but he didn't feel like getting up. His feet were cold, but he didn't want to pull the covers off Newt's body, so he curled to his side even more, feeling the blonde's warmth. He felt Newt's breath against his clothed chest and he smiled at himself. He was really falling for Newt.
His beauty was something unnecessary by then. At first he really only saw the beauty from the outside, but Newt cared for him. He helped him. He was smart, sweet and mostly caring, like a mother sometimes. His mother. His mother was probably worried about her heels breaking on the red carpet.
"Fuck," he breathed out as tears began to form in his eyes.
He gently pulled Newt off him and placed his head on the soft, blue pillow. The blonde was fast asleep, his face so beautiful, so innocent in the dim light. Thomas went over to his shelf, but began to panic when he couldn't find his cure. The alcohol. They were all gone and of course, he knew it was for the best, but he needed them the most.
"Fuck," he hissed again.
His breath was getting shorter and he felt unsteady. Tears welling up in his eyes, he fell to ground. Newt was a light sleeper, he woke up immediately, seeing Thomas on the ground, hands in his hair, pulling his brown strains.
"Tommy?" Newt asked, getting up.
"Newt," Thomas breathed out, he couldn't breathe in.
Newt kneeled down beside him, taking his hand from his head. Thomas was breathing heavily, or trying to breathe. He felt as if he'd die in that moment, right in front of Newt. He squeezed his hand tightly, trying to calm himself down.
"Where are they?" Thomas asked, crying like a child.
"Shh, Tommy, calm down, breathe in and out, okay?" Newt whispered, cupping the brunet's face in his hands.
