Fighting, bickering, arguing
These happened more frequently nowadays. Thomas coming home late, reeking of alcohol and women's perfume. Me confronting him. It went in a circle day after day.
Blood, regret, and tears
These came after. When we got too angry. The cut from the glass I threw at Thomas. The tears on my face after the words he said. Regret in both of our hearts.
Lost, Gone, Missing
This was our love. I couldn't stand him sometimes but couldn't leave him. There was a rip in the fabric of our relationship. Our love was lost. But could it be found again?
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So that was pretty short. Sorry not sorry.
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Thomas Brodie Sangster & Newt Imagines
FanfictionJust some Imagines I wrote about the amazing TBS and Newt.