Falling {A Newt Scamander X reader story}

~18~

When you woke up the next morning, you were still in a dreamy haze. Thoughts of the day just gone by were spiralling and dancing through your head. Their serene yet estatic movement was everything you saw, felt and believed. The world was so colourful and vibrant - you could hardly think about how grey it used to be.

At least until you remembered that you were unemployed and had to pay rent in a week.

"Oh, hell," you groaned while slowly crawling out of bed.

The mere idea of having to find a new, well paying job and earn enough to pay the rent filled you with trepidation. You didn't want to risk working at any stores frequented by the rest of the wizarding world - too much of a chance for someone you know to stop by. So a muggle establishment it was.

Once you were well and truly prepared for a grueling day of job hunting, you left your building and started to walk down the street. People - magical and muggle alike - were hurrying down the path in the brisk morning air. No doubt they were heading to their jobs on this cool
Thursday morning.

As you walked past bookstores, restaurants and more establishments, you noticed - begrudgingly - that all of them were either not hiring or wouldn't pay enough for you to keep your current home.

After walking what felt like the length of the entire city, you gave a defeated sigh and turned around to head home.  In moments like these, it was the best you could do not to ruin the atmosphere here with your wallowing.

There's no way I'll be able to keep apartment now. Will I just have to find a cheaper place to live? How dingy will the new place be? Merlin's beard, I don't even want to think about that.

What seemed like hours of dismal and depressing thoughts ensued before you realised that you had stopped walking. Blinking, you frantically tried to identify where you were.

Oh.

In your distress you had walked yourself to the bridge. The bridge where you spent your Sunday's mourning. You had never actually come to the bridge during the day, so it was a surprise to see how nice it actually looked. Never having imagined it in the day, the warmth of the sun-baked stone was comforting. The way the mossy stone stayed sturdy and strong, the way the water shimmered around the boats - you felt a serene and calming atmosphere flood your senses.

You had never dreamed that a place of your sadness could be so beautiful.

You heard a loud gasp to your left, so you turned to see a woman in front of a man down on one knee. The proposal made you smile.

Humanity was special. They could come so far, then fall further in the blink of an eye. A week ago, you would have laughed at the idea of someone picking another person up. Of someone finding it within their heart, within their nature, to help.

To stop someone from falling.

But now?

Now you weren't so sure.