(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC 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 g...
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I'm sorry I let me fall for you
I can erase you and forget you
But I can't undo you
You're the hand I can't hold, the words I'm not told
when I'm lonely
And I don't want you back I just wanna have
what you took from me
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Betrayal cuts deeper when it comes from someone you trust, someone you never expected to hurt you. It's not just the betrayal itself that stings, it's the fact that it came from someone you care about, someone you've let your guard down with.
And that's what makes it harder.
A part of you doesn't even want to be mad at them or blame them because your feelings get in the way, clouding the hurt with the memories of everything you've shared.
But no matter how much you care, the reality is still there: they hurt you.
And now you have to face that truth, even when your heart is torn between anger and the hope that maybe, just maybe, they didn't mean it. That conflict makes the pain linger, like a wound that won't heal.
It had been two days since Ben was banished, and in that time, Emma had done everything in her power to avoid Newt. The sting of betrayal was still fresh, a wound she couldn't quite ignore.
But avoiding him had been difficult.
He was everywhere, in every corner of the Glade. It was like the universe was constantly pushing them together.
Newt had at least made it a bit easier by showing up less in the gardens. Maybe he sensed her need for space, or maybe he was avoiding her just as much.
But even with the distance, it didn't change the fact that every time she saw him, that feeling of betrayal bubbled up again. It wasn't just the hurt of what he'd done; it was the complexity of still caring about him.
Part of her wanted to forgive him, to pretend none of it had happened because deep down, she didn't want to be angry at him.
But that didn't erase the fact that he'd thrown her under the bus when she needed him most. And now she was stuck facing that reality, knowing that even the people she thought she could trust weren't immune to causing her pain.
Each time their paths nearly crossed, Emma felt that familiar pang, a mixture of anger and sorrow, as if she was losing something she couldn't even define.
