First Person P.O.V
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My surroundings were full of rubble. A tragic, but miniscule site of disaster. No one was sure what was going on....
Or what did go on.
As everyone leaped to something that would cover them, the majority of us were underneath a large piece of what used to be some sort of structure. Possibly a highway.
Dust blew ahead, scarves flew in the wind, and the sun gleamed. To my left, I could tell Thomas had Newt's scarf in his pocket.
I wanted something like that. Not now. Not in the hell of a state were in.
I want someone to look at me like when Newt looks at Thomas. Or when Teresa looks at Thomas.
Yet, what I want is right in front of me.
That's when I knew.
That's when I knew that I wanted him.
I wanted Aris.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
