Newt

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I wake up to hear knocking at the door. since Tommy and I made it out of the trials, he's been going out often at night. Sometimes to drink, sometimes just to feel the air on his face and realize he's alive. It worries me, but I let him do it because I know how guilty he feels. I notice he isn't laying next to me so I assume he's the one knocking. When I open the door, no one is there.

"Tommy?" I shout.
"Is this a bloody trick?"

No response. My hands start to feel clammy. I look down and notice an orange envelope sitting on the front step. It has my name on it.
I freeze. The writing...I would recognize it anywhere. It's Tommy's.

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