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They Write You a Love Letter-Part 2 (The Guys)

Thomas(The Safe Haven:Either:His P.O.V)
I didn't plan on writing that letter, much less giving it. Letters spark memories that make me ill. The feel of paper makes me want to gag, and the smell of ink forces a pit in my stomach.

Letters repulse me sometimes.

But they have this connection that I can't take for granted. There's something therapeutic about the sickness of watching the pen move across the page, filling lines that very well could and maybe should remain blank.

Very rarely do I sign my name, much less send them. A lot of them I physically can't. I can't exactly put it in a bottle and trust it’ll get to the last city that doesn't even exist anymore.

Putting my pen to the paper, I started saying everything I want to but can never seem to get out.

Dear Y/N,
I was sure I would tell you after giving you the letter. After all, leaving you in the dark would be a slinthead move. You deserve to know who feels everything for you. Your heart is one of the most wonderful things to exist, something so beautiful touching it would be a crime. Your soul is heart-stopping, a rare warmth in this cold world.

I never believed I could love again after everything that I’ve experienced. I wanted to go numb, to cover myself in an uncrackable shell. All I wanted was to isolate myself, to never be seen again.

You're different though. Or maybe I’ve changed. It doesn't matter. I want to see you. I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you laugh and hear you smile.

I want you, Y/N. I want you.

“Thomas?”a small voice asked from behind me. Shutting the journal as if it was a curse nobody was meant to be around, something I’m sure is true sometimes, I stared at the sea in front of me. It suddenly seemed too blue, like the water was painted over. There was something taunting about it, the brightness of it all.

She took a seat on the steps beside me, brushing off her jeans. I still didn't fully look at her, practically couldn't, as she was looking at me like she was waiting for something.

“I only saw the handwriting. I didn't read it,”She assured me.

“I didn't know how to tell you,”I sighed, turning my eyes to the ground.

“I think you did a wonderful job. I couldn’t stop thinking about who had that kind of poetry in their heart.”

I finally turned to her, taking in the face that's kept me up for so many nights. It could make angels jealous, a sweet smile that hurt my teeth and soft eyes that were calling for me.

“I love you,”I finally admitted aloud.

She didn't respond for a moment, cocking her head to the side as she stared at me like it was for the first time. Her gaze made me freeze again as if to promise she could. I’ve already memorized almost every aspect of her, focusing on her almost every time she's around. 

“I never thought you could. Not with how much you’ve been through. I didn't think you would feel the same.”

“The same?”I echoed.

She reached over, holding out her hand. Placing all my secrets on the ground, I traded them for her. Pressing our palms together, I took a second to just accept that it’s real. That she's here, admitting she returns feelings I took months to admit I have, while taking my hand.

Newt(The Safe Haven:Either:His P.O.V)
Her smile was painfully genuine, a bright comfort that you couldn't help but admire from afar. The guy that had just been staring at the ground with a small frown was now mimicking her glow, whatever was bothering him no longer mattering. Her presence alone seems like a privilege that she lets everyone have.