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They Write You a Love Letter-Part 1 (The Guys)

Thomas(The Safe Haven:Either:Your P.O.V)
The bonfire was beautiful. The sparks were cackling as the flames licked at the night, providing a light that we all needed. There was laughter alongside it, groups of people immersed in conversation, while a few loners were on the sidelines, watching the celebration and mourning.

It doesn't make sense to me. How could they still be happy after everything and everyone we’ve lost? How can they just move on with their lives?

And why can't I do that? What's wrong with me that I still don't know how to function?

I don't know, and at this point, I probably never will.

Ignoring what I know I should do but don't have the energy for, I turned my back away from everyone. Not even bothering to try to feel some kind of happiness, I slipped past my door (curtains), into my small space that needed something to brighten it. I tried. Really. That's why there was a glass of dead flowers in the window and worn out fabric on my wall I hadn't kept up with.

Sighing, I grabbed my candle and matches on my windowsill. Deciding to have my own pathetic version of a bonfire, I lit it, sending a small spark through my room.

A spark that alerted me of a folded piece of paper on my cot.

I didn't see anyone go into my room today. But that's probably because I was nowhere near it.

Sweet Y/N,
I know what it's like. Watching everyone seem alright while a void fills your soul. There's an emptiness that nobody wants to talk about. It's like they think holding it in will make it stop. Or maybe they actually have moved on. Maybe they’ve found a peace I don't understand.

You don't understand it either. You have the same thoughts I do. You might be the only person who says what I feel. While that’s not while I’m writing this, it’s what drew me to you.

I’m writing this for you and you alone. While I’ve lost too many people to count, I’ve never felt this way for any of them. My heart has never truly skipped a beat until I met your eyes across the safe haven. My breath was never truly stolen until I tried to figure out what to say to you. My soul has never felt a true pull until I wanted nothing more than to stay beside you.

I think I’m cursed when it comes to loving people. Everyone seems to leave in one way or another. That's why I spent so long fighting with myself over whether I should tell you. That's why I figured out the safest way to do this was to tell you in a note.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you, and I’m sorry.

I thought I was alone. I thought my world ended before it could even begin.

But this, this may be the sign I’ve been begging for.

Newt(The Safe Haven:Either:Your P.O.V)
I try to keep a bounce in my step. I try to keep a smile on my face. I try to cheer everyone up. When life has already done enough to kick everyone down, there's no reason to be negative.

But it gets . . . complicated after a while. When life has also stolen bits of you you can never get back, being positive sort of sucks the little bit you have left out.

It's fine though. It's worth it. It has to be.

Because if it's not, this was all for nothing.

It's tiring though. So, so tiring.

So I just collapsed on my bed without actually looking at it. As I did though, I heard something crinkle under me, making me quickly sit up. When I glanced to my side, I noticed an envelope addressed with my name on the front.