Newt,
What do you mean, I don't remember everything???!?
You know what? I'm seriously ready to stop playing these mind games and start being actual humans.
These letters to you add up to more writing that I've done in my whole school life.
Also, it hurts my hand, all this writing. I could be getting repetetive strain injury, Newt. Ever heard of that?
It's just—a lot of time has passed since we started writing letters, and I feel like I know a lot about you, but at the same time, there's a whole lot I don't know at all. Example: I don't know what you like and what you don't like. You could even have a girlfriend, for all I know.
If you do, you're cheating on her by spending so much time inside my head.
And I guess that was cheating, all that messing around at your house. I wouldn't tell your girlfriend about that. That's just—as you would say—bad form.
Yours sincerely,
Thomas
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YOURS SINCERELY • newtmas au
FanfictionThomas is writing letters to Newt, who seems to be the other side of the coin he's stuck to. ( tmr highschool au feat. newtmas with a dash of bromantic minewt )
