Dont leave me, y/n

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You stood by and watched as Newt begged Thomas to kill him. Thomas had his hand on the gun, you knew him, he wouldn't pull the trigger. He just wouldnt. You hoped. 

"P-please Tommy, please", Newt stuttered. You could clearly see the tears filling Thomas's eyes, who the hell would want to shoot their own best friend anyway. Your eyes watched as Tommy's fingers reached the trigger. He was really going to pull it? Just as the bullet left the gun you dove in front of Newt, the bullet hit you.

"Y/N!!!" Thomas choked, realising it was his fault,

"No", Newt croaked, dying himself but trying to hold on, to wait it out for you.

The others watched on as the blood poured from the wound,

"Im so, so sorry", Thomas said, tears running down his face, watching on as Newt held your almost lifeless body,

"No, its okay", you manage to say calmly,

"Its my time, Tim Tom, Newtsy, Min Min. All of you. Thank you", you smile lightly. You knew you had to say what you needed to say before your heart failed on you,

"Maybe oneday, together, we'll paint the sky, the way we wanted to as kids, I remember now, just in time to forget", you say. Newt kisses your forehead. 

Thats when it all stops, what happens next is a blur of time. Death.


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