Stitches With A Meaning. | Newtmas

Two

"That's a cute name, not as cute as you though." I say out of the blue, I regretted it at first and mumbled an apology but he shook his head. "Don't be, you're a really sweet guy. No ones ever done this for me before."

I look at him then back on the road. "I'm lucky to be that guy then." I smiled as I watched the precious boy smile as well looming out the window.

"Me too."

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Once we've arrived at the Dance studio and got inside- I've never seen someone so shocked in my life. Newt roamed around the room just admiring the art on the walls; walking to the mirrored side and just stood there, staring at himself.

Then I realized he was crying.

"No.. Shh its alright." He sat on the floors and buried his head in his hands as I walked over to sit beside him. "Shh. Its okay." I rubbed circles into his back and he slowly calmed down.

"I-I'm sorry.." I shook my head. "Don't be. What happened?" He sniffed and looked at me. "I'm just self conscious." I hugged him and he hugged me back, not letting go. "I think- I think you're absolutely beautiful Newt." I whisper in his ear. He pulled away, "You really think so?" He whispered looking down at his hands.

"Of course I do, I would never to lie to such an angel like you- cutie." He giggled and I hugged him again, bringing my hand up to the back of his head.

"Ouch," He whispered. I quickly moved my hand away and broke our hug. "I'm so sorry; what did I touch?"

"My stitches." I looked at him confused, "I-" I mumbled but he gestured me to continue. "I have the same stitches on the back of my head too." He look at him with shock, and maybe a little fear as well.

"Do you have them on your hand as well?" I asked; he nodded in return, showing me. They're in the same place as mine.

"What does that mean?" He shrugged.

"I don't know."