Newt Scamander Preferences

When He Can't Live Without You * Non-triggering *

Newt's POV.

No one has been able to find (y/n). No one. Everyday, still there no idea where they are. This is my fault, it is all my fault. And now I am alone. My beautiful angel is wandering the streets or roaming a place far from here and I do not know where they are. I cannot tell (y/n) that I love them and that I am sorry...because I don't know where they are.

Each day I wake up and it is hell. I look at my reflection in our bathroom mirrior and tell myself that it is all my fault.

I am currently lying in our bed, staring at the open window. It is night time now and the stars are out. We both loved...love the stars.

The silence up here is deafening. I can hear all of my thoughts yelling at me at once, there is nothing to distract me from them. They are all saying the same thing, it is all my fault that (y/n) is not here.

I need to block them out, I'm not sure how but I need to. I manouvre myself onto (y/n)'s side of the bed and open their bedside table's draw. There it is, right where they left it. A portable gramophone. I made it for (y/n) just before my Mother died. It's the size of my palm but it's enchanted to play their favourite songs.

I turn it on and (y/n)'s playlist fills the room.

I hum along to words. (Y/N) used to...does still love this song. I remember how they once were making pancakes whilst singing this song.

I have to find them, Reader. I need to know where they are.

Why didn't I just push them away?

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A/N: What next...hm?