Epilogue

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NEWT POV

I sit with Thomas on the beach at sunset a few days later.

"Hey," He says suddenly. "Remember when you were dying?"

"Vividly." I reply dryly. "Why?"

"Well, you gave me that thing." He says. "What was it?"

"Oh, god!" I say. "Bloody hell, I'd forgotten."

"Well, what was it?" He asks, turning to me. 

"It was...a note." I reply. "But you can't read it."

"Oh?" He says. "Why not?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." I respond simply. "I'm alive. We're together. It doesn't matter." 

He sighs. "I'd still like to read it."

I groan. "Ugh, fine! Fine!" I fish it out of my pocket. "I took it off you when you were dying." 

I unscrew the top and hand him the letter. 

"Because I love you." I say. I place it in his hand. 

He kisses my cheek. "Thank you." 

He unfurls it. After he reads it, he turns to me, eyes swimming with tears. 

"Thank god you aren't dead." He says, his voice wet. 

"Same to you." I say, chuckling. 

I put my arms around his neck and he puts his around my waist. 

"We'll live a long time." I say, looking at the sun as it sets. "We'll live a long time and we'll die at the exact same time. So neither of us are alone."

He chuckles. "I hope so." 

I kiss him. "I'll make sure of it."

"What are you gonna do?" He asks. "Kill me?"

I laugh. "Oh shut up." 

"Gladly." He says and he kisses me.

"I love you, Tommy." 

"I love you too."


A/N: Oh my gosh you guys! I finished a book! WHAT?! That's not a thing I do! Well, to be fair, I didn't have to come up with the ending, but you know. Thank you so much for reading this and I love you guys so much! 

I am very new to the TMR fandom (going on 3 weeks), but I love it so much! Newtmas is now my OTP (if it wasn't obvious). 

Thank you all for reading! I love you!


UPDATE: The sequel is posted! It's called Into The Darkness!

UPDATE: So is the third book! It's called Reburned!

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