Newt's POV
Well, it's official, he hates me. The boy I loved-the boy who I thought loved me back-doesn't actually love me. I wish I could have seen it sooner. It's too good to be true that someone could actually like me like that.
When I ran from Thomas' house, I didn't care where I ended up. After about 15 minutes of running, I had to stop. I ended up at a park. Not caring what it looked like or how full or empty it was, I sat on the nearest bench. As soon as I sat down, tears started to fall. I placed my head in my hands, waiting for my eyes to dry out.
After what could have been two or twenty minutes, someone sat beside me. They put their arm around my shoulder and pulled me into their chest. I was too tired and weary to pull away. Whoever it was sat with me, not asking why I was crying. When I calmed down, I finally saw who was holding me. It was no one other than Thomas.
"Newt," Thomas started weakly after I quickly stood up. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. Getting hurt is what I was afraid of coming into this relationship, but when I broke up with you, I-I ended up hurting myself more than you ever could have. I get if you hate me."
"Thomas," I was lost for words, "I could never hate you." At my words, Thomas looked up from his hands in his lap, his eyes were filled with hope.
"So does that mean-" I cut him off by connecting our lips.
"Yes," I said. We talked for a few minutes until I had to leave. I left happier than I would've expect.
I'm glad I got my Tommy back.
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