"I'm sorry, I feel stupid now." Thomas said quietly.
"Hush love, it's alright, I'll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay?"
"Okay." Thomas mumbled. Newt heard the movement of material and a mournful sigh.
"You took my heart, and you held it in your mouth, And with a word all my love came rushing out.
And every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word, There is a hollow in me now." Newt sang gently. He heard Thomas sigh softly.
"So I'll put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm tired of hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing." Newt stopped when he heard Thomas's gentle snoring and smiled. "Goodnight Tommy."
He hung up.
~
Two weeks.
Just two weeks and he'd be whole again.
Two weeks and he wouldn't have to cry himself to sleep.
It'd been nearly a year. A year, without seeing Newt. Thomas could hardly believe it. Surprisingly, their apartment wasn't a mess. He'd vacuum again, the day before Newt was to come home. There wasn't much else he could do only strip down the sheets and wash them. But he did that already, twice.
He wanted Newt more than ever now, the need to see his lover was unbearable. There was an ache in his heart, not literal but strong enough to feel like a physical ache.
Two weeks.
Okay then.
~
One week.
So close.
Newt smiled to himself as he walked to his apartment in the city centre. As he thought this, he walked past a jewellery shop. Something caught his eye and he walked back a few steps to the window. It was a ring. And engagement ring. Newt's heart started beating rapidly.
He loved Thomas.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.
That was his goal in life.
They were nearly thirty. Perfect.
Newt opened the door and walked inside.
~
"Tommy." Newt said.
"Yes Newt?"
"I'm...I'm not coming home tomorrow."
Thomas's heart stopped. "What?"
"There's something in work I can't avoid. I'm so sorry Tommy, I tried to get off early. They won't let me." The sadness in Newt's voice was heard even over the phone.
"How long?" Thomas asked.
"Just another three days. I booked an earlier flight so you'll have to collect me from the train station at eight in the morning. Can you do that?"
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