Newt was different. He was slender, beautiful, porcelain. A single wrong touch sent the poor masterpiece shattering. He was shy and reserved, but bold and eccentric. An example, no a leader. A beautiful form of life with absolutely no comparison.
This all ran through my hand in the split second Newt's delicate fingers wrapped around the rake.
"Here greenie, some work oughta get you used to life in the glade." He muttered.
He gently placed the tool into my hand. Perhaps more gentle than he had for the kid to right of me. My second day here and I've already fallen head over heels for a boy I barely know.
Maybe it's not myself to blame. It may be his enticing personality, or his soft-spoken voice. Either way, I constantly craved his company.
These were the thoughts that filled my head as I raked up the paper thin mocha colored leaves, which unfortunately reminded me all too much of Newt's eyes.
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𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿
Romance❝𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞- 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲.❞ ✿ a story about thomas n newt in the glade. all sparking from thomas's being drawn to newt. kinda h...
