(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a Newt fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the glad...
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Only 20 minutes to sleep
But you dream of some epiphany
Just one single glimpse of relief
To make some sense of what you've seen
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'Everything is going to change...'
It's like a puzzle finally snapping into place. That feeling of sudden recognition, where everything that was once fragmented and confusing starts to align.
You've been grasping at pieces for so long, unsure of how they fit, and now, in an instant, they begin to form a picture. It's not complete, but it's there, familiar, and yet foreign at the same time.
There's a strange, almost eerie comfort in it as if you've known all along but couldn't quite see it until now.
'What am I supposed to do when you're gone too?'
But just as quickly as the understanding comes, so does the overwhelming rush of questions.
It's like a dam breaking, releasing a flood of emotions, memories, and realizations all at once. What you thought would bring you clarity only brings more uncertainty. Each answer leads to more questions, unraveling a thread that seems endless.
And it's not just the answers that unsettle you, it's the way they collide with the thoughts you've been carrying in the back of your mind for ages. Dreams you barely remembered suddenly flood back in vivid detail, weaving themselves into this newfound understanding.
'I'm going to fix this, okay?'
It's exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Your heart pounds as you start to see the connections, but there's a tightness in your chest, a creeping sense of anxiety. The more you understand, the more you realize how little you truly knew.
The ground beneath you feels unsteady, as if this knowledge is reshaping the very foundation, you've been standing on.
'I'm not losing you too, Emma'
You can't stop now.
The recognition is too strong, too undeniable, but the weight of it all is heavy.
You want to grasp it, but your mind races faster than you can process, each thought flashing by too quickly for you to catch. It's as if everything you once knew is shifting, reforming into something else entirely, and you're left standing in the midst of it, uncertain of what's coming next...
And then there's the fear, the fear that with each answer, you're only getting closer to a truth you're not ready to face. The realization that you're on the cusp of something bigger than you ever imagined.
