𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

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I clutched the book to my chest, tears streaming down my cheeks. I realize so quickly how foolish I was to let my thoughts get to me. I have proof here, for whenever I begin to doubt myself. I am eternally grateful for Newt.

"Thanks." I sob, smiling all the while.

"I'm sorry." I say, some to myself, and some to him.

He nods and takes the book out of my hands. I watch him gently set it down on his nightstand.

"I missed you so much." He says sadly.

"I was afraid of you." I say.

"I know, I'm sorry." He explains.

"Thank you for loving me Newt." I blurt out, staring into his eyes.

"What a beautiful compliment, I'm afraid I can't help it." He explains wittily. 

It seems like our conflict melted away, like nothing ever happened, and I'm beyond grateful for it. My mind reacted slower than my body. I didn't realize I was sitting in between his legs until I was there. And it took me a moment to register then next part.

Our kiss was tragically beautiful, and more invigorating than it's predecessors. It eased away the pain, and his honey lips tasted wonderful. He pulled me closer with every second, showing me how much I meant to him. I placed my hand on his waist, and heard his almost inaudible whimper at my touch. I slowly moved up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted all of him pressed against me. He was my everything.

Our kiss was long and sorrowful, but passionate and carefree. The bliss of it all was lovely. His hands were tangled in my hair afterwards. And I had to take mine out from under his shirt. Afterwards, I broke into tears, and slumped against him, grateful for his protection. He always watched over me, and cared for me, even when he needed it more. He would lean down occasionally, and take a long drag on my lips. Like a cigarette, to remind me he was still there.

I can't even remember what thoughts filled my head in that moment. I reluctantly left the shack when Minho woke me up and dragged me to Newt's room. But not after I gave an unapologetic kiss to Newt right in front of Minho. I grabbed the book, and placed my fingertips to my cheek on the way back to the Homestead, instantly missing his touch.