Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

My Immortal || NEWT

It's been almost 3 years since we got to the Paradise. My 2 years old daughter is outside playing with her dolls in the garden, while I am in the kitchen making some sup for lunch. As always when I'm alone, my mind wanders to the old days, when my beloved Newt was still healthy and alive. I still remember his messy blonde hair, beautiful brown eyes and soft voice.

Sonya –because that's his baby girl's name- knows him very well either. I make sure I would tell her everyday about how brave her father was, how kind and fearless. He only exists now in my memory, I don't even have a picture of him. But our daughter knows his every feature, because I tell her so often how much they look alike: the blonde, curly hair; big brown eyes and gorgeous smile.

Suddenly, I heard the door open and saw my toddler running towards me, clinging to my clothes and trying to drag me outside the kitchen.

"What's wrong?", I asked following her towards our little hut's door. "Where are you taking me?"

"Daddy's home!", she yelled full of joy. "The angels let him come home, mommy!"

I didn't have any idea what was she talking about. Some time ago I told her that her father is with the angels up in the Heaven, but he watches us everyday and takes care of us. She continued to drag me outside our little front yard and towards a grassy hill, where some people were already gathered.

"Honey, what are you talking about? I told you that..." I tried to explain, but she cut me off.

"I saw him coming through a bright door, right from the sky!"

She continued to drag me towards the crowd. Thomas and Minho were already there, also Brenda and a few others. I took my child in my arms and slowly approached the sudden gathering. A several pairs of eyes landed on me, and the people made a path for me to pass.

I had no idea what was going on, but I saw Thomas and Minho talking with someone so I decided to approach them. They were talking to a tall man, his back towards me so I couldn't figured who he was.

"They put me in a coma for three years in order to fix my brain. They said I was lucky, that the bullet haven't destroyed anything important up here!", he explained tapping his head.

As I came closer, Thomas and Minho noticed me and their eyes widened. The stranger suddenly stopped from talking and after a second he turned around, facing me. In that very moment, I was about to drop my kid from my arms.

The man looked so much like my Newt that my eyes filled with tears. I looked at him in shook, almost forgetting to breath. He came closer and I didn't even move, my feet glued to the ground. My eyes were on every inch of his body: his hair and his face, his arms and chest...

The crowd was silent, their eyes moving from one to another expecting some kind of reaction from any of us. But we just looked at each other for a couple of moments without saying anything. He approached me and my eyes widened.

What if this is another Game from Wicked? If he is here, does that mean they are still alive somewhere out there? What if this is just a dream and when I will wake up I would cry my eyes out?

He cupped my face with his both hands and looked directly into my eyes.

"Y/N", he whispered in a husky voice.

Someone took my child from my arms and I haven't even noticed. I put my hands over his and took a deep breath, taking a better look at his features. His hair was a bit longer, but still messy as always; blonde and curled. He had some facial hair, but not too much. Just a little mustache above his upper lip, showing that he wasn't a teenager anymore. He was a grown up man now.

He pulled me towards him into a slight hug, his hands on my back now. I felt that he was a bit afraid that I could freak out in any moment and ran away. I hugged him back, my hands shaking. He squeezed tighter now, my chest meeting his.

And then I felt his scent. My watery eyes couldn't take it anymore and my tears started to fall as I recognized his smell. He truly was HIM. Newt!

After all this time...after all the nights I cried until I fell asleep, all the nightmares and dreams...HE was here!

My beloved boyfriend, lover, best friend, hero and father of my child. My MAN!