3rd Person's POV
What does it feel to know you're dying?
Does it feel like someone is stabbing you repeatedly in every body part you possess and slowly feel yourself drift away from being mortal?
Or does it feel like you're just numb from everything and anything and you don't feel any pain at all? Like it's all not a big deal?
You know what, let's ask one person who surely knows what it feels like to be dying.
Newt.
Diagnosed with stage 3: Leukemia. Unfortunate, right?
I may add, he stopped having chemotherapy because it caused more than themselves.
But he still lived. He's still breathing, just not properly.
His organ systems are still functioning well, according to him.
And he still goes to school. Smiling. Hiding all the pain he ever felt away.
To disguise himself. For people not to notice his sufferings and pity him; like he's some important human being and to be treated differently than the others.
He doesn't want those pitied looks on him.
He wants to live like a normal human being.
It felt so good to him that no one ever knew about his sickness.
No one.
Because basically, he doesn't have any friends. Much more just an acquaintance.
But none. He has none to live for.
Only his mother, who's really working hard every day and sometimes taking the night shifts because his mother's co-workers are absent most of the time. The only benefit from it is that his mother's salary is twice the standard salary.
He wants a best friend, like so badly.
He wants someone to remind him everyday that "everything's gonna be okay in the end".
He wants someone to cuddle him to sleep
He wants someone to laugh with his corny jokes.
He wants someone to defend him when he gets bullied.
He wants someone to cease the pain he's been gone and still going through.
He wants someone to hold him like he's a fragile thing that needed careful movements in order for it not to break into a million pieces that in time can never be repaired again.
He wants someone to love him.
He badly need one.
He knows this is not the right time to be sentimental and dramatic, but he can't help it.
His mother loves him. He loves his mother back.
But it's not enough.
His mother is not there beside him most of the time.
And when he cries himself to sleep, there's no one beside him, calming his breathing and telling him to stop crying, because it'll make him hate himself and the world more.
He just wanst that best friend that would make him forget;
About the pain.
The suffering.
The endless crying.
The life he's been living since he was a kid. A very small kid.
He needed support,
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Newtmas / Dylmas Oneshots
FanfictionDirections: Choose only one answer. The best answer. If you are to read this book about Newtmas/Dylmas oneshots, would you be: a. Falling because of love? b. Falling because of heartbreak?
