𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

Revealed

(tw // suicide/self harm)

(also this chapter is dedicated to my other story revealed, bc duh <33)

I enveloped him in my arms. It being a mere kind gesture to him. But laced with intentions of romance to me. I pulled away gently, my fingertips brushing his ribs. I settle my hands on his waist, taking him by surprise.

"Tommy." He exhales my name.

I ignore his bewilderment. I grab his hand, taking very much care to be gentle. I flip his hand over, dreading my suspicions. I settle my fingertips over his wrist and sigh.

The rough terrain of his wrist reveals it all. I curse in anger, and begin to cry. It seems pathetic, he should be crying. I place my head in my hands and look up at his saddened face.

"Newt, I- I'm sorry. I would've helped if I-"

"Tommy you're fine. I just needed to confide in someone." He says quietly.

"This is going to stop." I announce firmly.

"I hate seeing you like this." I admit whilst churning the dirt beneath my pointer finger. Unable to look at him.

"I'm sorry Tommy."

"No. Stop apologizing. I should've realized earlier."

"You can't blame yourself."

"Let's walk home."

He nods and rises from the ground. I part the curtain of leaves for him and he traipses through. We walk back to the glade in silence, just the twigs underfoot.

Multiple times I had to refrain myself to entwining our fingers. My hand brushed his occasionally, but I pulled away, too scared to touch him. On the last time my fingertips brushed against the back of his palm he took my hand.

The stars shone brighter. The leaves quieter, his exhales louder. I admire him. Revel at his hand in mine. It wasn't a gentle hold either. It was firm and safe. Purposeful. And perhaps tinged with feelings of more than friends.