❝ If it feels right, that's all that matters. ❞ - faraway
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M O N D A Y
Minho is gone.
Thomas doesn't know how he managed to do it, without a birth certificate or just any general personal information — but he did. And he left his sister and friends and future behind.
He'd hugged them goodbye, tried to console his hysterical sister, promised to write. Then, he was gone. Vanished. Left without a trace. Almost as if he'd never really been there at all.
The days aren't the same. Minho isn't there to make all the jokes and amuse them with his wit. He isn't there to scoff and roll his eyes and tickle Mina's tummy. He isn't here to ruffle Newt's hair and glare at Mr. Rodgers. He isn't there and it's achingly unbearable without him.
Mina is lost without her brother, moody and upset all the time. She's lonely, and Newt and Thomas can't fill Minho's space. Nobody can.
It's already been a week without him, and the weather is getting even colder than before. It's November 8th, 1939. Thomas is still here and Minho isn't.
That's not right. It can't be. It shouldn't be. Minho is too young. He can't be fighting in wars he doesn't belong — he can't.
The days in the lighthouse are empty and hollow, now. It's lost it's original spark and there's a massive gap in all their hearts that seems to follow them everywhere. Even the beach seems dull, and they can't for their lives pretend to act like everything's okay.
But they try. Newt holds Mina's hand when she's upset, and Thomas plaits her hair to get her to laugh. They play and make jokes and Thomas tells her funny stories of a time they'll never know. A time where he truly belongs.
Newt seems a little disheartened without him around, too. He's less chatty, and hasn't got a lot to say. Maybe that's not just Minho's absence, though. Newt's been acting weird and Thomas has no idea why.
They're walking home from school, after dropping Mina at her evacuee home. The day is cold and gloomy, matching their moods. Newt isn't much of a chatty Cathy, but he's unusually quiet today.
"Everything okay?" Thomas intercepts, gently. Newt rolls his eyes, huffing to the side.
"Yes, things are just wonderful. Thanks for asking."
