This was our fault

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Dear Newt,

it's been two month.
And like always my letters came back to me again.

But im still trying to reach you somehow.
Maybe you are mad at us?
Maybe not.
I don't know.
She tried call you.
But it came right into voicemail.
She just sigh.
She is okay.
She didn't hur herself again.

Or she didn't tell that loud.
I know she did that again, and again.
But i'm not different.
I slept with stranger.
He was blond, and he even limp little bit.
But he wasn't you.
He didn't had that something in his eyes like you had.

She didn't find out about that.
Or i just hope that she didn't.
If she did she would never say anything, about that.

Alby and Minho came again.
They invited us for trip.
To London!
Do you believe it?

She is little bit excited.
Like me.
But we are little bit afraid.

What if you will call us?
What if you would come back and we wouldn't be here?
What if you...

But we are going anyway.

We want...

We want something...

Bey Newt,
Thomas