It was a quiet night in the Glade and it was just you and Newt, his beloved best friend. He loved him a little more than a best friend but of course, he wasn’t gonna say that. He kept him feelings to himself, yet he had so much to say that he just couldn’t.

They were sitting out on the log’s beside the fire next to one another. Sitting in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and company.

It’s nights like this when I need your love… Newt thought to himself. He brushed his hand against yours and whispered softly, “Hold my hand until we turn to ashes…”