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001 ⸺ no where else

Thomas sat in silence on the beach, looking out over the sparkling sea and the shining stars. His breathing was slightly labored and a small cut on the palm of his hand was throbbing like crazy. He had gotten it, accidentally, while working and had felt too ashamed to have someone check it out, so he had used his minimal experience in medicine to haphazardly clean and bandage it.

He knew it was better to get it checked out, especially when it was a cut which, despite being relatively small, still had a high chance of being infected. But his pride had gotten the best of him and he didn't want to been seen as a burden, or for the others to feel like they had to pity him. They had already done too much of that in the past.

The ache in his palm was very noticeable, though, and it would definitely make work the next day horrible, but Thomas could brave through it, he had been through worse than just a simple cut after all.

So he just sat, letting the breeze ruffle his hair, and the gentle tide wash up towards his bare feet. The Safe Haven was peaceful, and absolutely beautiful. It was an island, covered mostly in bright green forests, and meadows filled with every type of flower you could think of. It was surrounded by a beach, where Thomas liked to spend his evenings and, in times like today, his nights.

From his spot on the shore Thomas could see hundred of thousands of stars, all scattered across the navy sky, molten-gold and twinkling against the harsh darkness of the night.

The brunette had always enjoyed stargazing. Especially during his days in the glade. He felt as if the stars were the only things that grounded him, they felt familiar, comfortable. And that's what drew Thomas to this spot, the fact that he could see all the stars, count them individually, feel their presence, made him feel safe. Unlike being in the forest, where the thick canopy of leaves blocked all view of the sky above, and where the only source of light, during the night, was the occasional flicker of a firefly.

He continued staring at the sky, tracing the outlines of the constellations in his mind.

Suddenly the tranquil sounds of the rushing waves and the rustling of the trees in the wind were broken by the unmistakable sound of footsteps, crunching through the sand a little ways to his right.

Thomas turned, tense, and having to squint and focus his eyes to make out the details of the figure who was slowly approaching him. He sighed once he realized who it was, and his muscles relaxed, a soft smile resting upon his face.

It was Newt, the beautiful boy that he was so glad to be able to call his. Thomas couldn't stop himself from staring as Newt grew closer.

Thomas admired the soft blonde hair, that he loved to run his fingers through, when it was just them, lying in bed at the latest hours of the night. He admired the sweet, honey-brown eyes that seemed to stare at him with the most sincere and delicate expressions. He adored Newt's calm, and stoic personality, but also loved how he was able to be soft and open around Thomas. He loved Newt, with all his heart, and it made him unbelievably happy to know that Newt loved him just as much.

It warmed his heart to think that Newt, this beautiful, perfect, angelic person could look him in his eyes and tell him that he wasn't alone in how he felt. He wasn't alone in the love that he felt for the other, and that was what made him so happy whenever he was with Newt, or really whenever he thought of Newt in general.

Thomas finally snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Newt's hand find its way into his. While he had been lost in thought, Newt had found his way next to Thomas, and had hesitantly reached out to place his hand on top of the brunette's.

Thomas smiled, lacing their fingers together, his stomach erupting in butterflies at the tenderness of it all. No matter how many times he did it, it would always be the best feeling in the world. His chest would feel warm and his stomach would do backflips, and the feeling only made him want to pull Newt impossibly closer.