𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓹𝓼𝓮

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷: I Miss Him

Introduction:

Her name is Lindsey, she's an 18 year old girl with.. Abnormal powers. She's a witch with any power you can think off, she's asexual; which means she's not interested in any romantic relationship, she has darkbrown hair and brown eyes, sister to Thomas who is in the Safe Haven.

~Thomas POV~

It's been 3 weeks since I got here, I sat at the Memorial Rock, with all the names of people we've lost, I fumbled with the neck less with the letter Newt gave me, I realized I loved him.. I realized it was to late that night, it was the horror of my life, seeing that knife in Newts chest, he seemed to smile faintly before he fell down in my arms, lifeless.. I felt tears form in my eyes and roll down my cheeks, I clenched the necklace in my fists, holding it to my lips like it was the only thing keeping me alive at that moment, I missed him so damn much.. I just wanted to go back there, hold his body in my arms till I starved to death, dying next to him.. Seeing him again, along with Chuck.. and be with them forever...

I sat there for a few more moments, crying faintly, then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see Minho, his eyes also wet "I miss him to, Tom.. Just as much as you do.." He spoke in a soft, broken voice, I slowly stood up and hugged him tight, burying my face in his shoulder. After a while I spoke quietly "I loved him Minho.." I confessed brokenly, my voice shaking. Minho hugged me back, rubbing over my back "I know Tom.. I know you did.." he acknowleged, knowing that the two boys have liked eachother silently since Thomas came up in the box. "Let's get some rest Thomas... It's late.." He said, I nodded and reluctantly let go of him, wiping my tears with the back of my hand "Thanks for that.." I spoke. Minho nodded, squeezing my shoulder "You're welcome shank.. I'll see you tommorow" He said softly. Then went to his tent, so did I.

I layed there, thinking how it'd be to hold Newt.. Flush against me, his head on my chest as we talked about how our day went, kissing him on the head now and then, telling how much we loved each other, I cried slightly again at the harsh thought knowing that it'll never happen.. Instead, I clenched my pillow to my chest, trying to get a sense of comfort out of it, It did help a little, but it's not the same as holding a person, not the same as holding Newt... I numbly cried in the pillow. Eventually exhaustion took over and I closed my eyes, falling into a restless sleep. Dreaming about how life would be with Newt still alive...