Doubts
Time passes as the night carries on, the moon taking centre stage and the wolves crying out their song."We should probably get to bed," Newt says eventually, lifting himself off the couch and turning to face me with tired, red eyes. He's right, though I won't admit it. Part of me still believes Queenie is going to come back home with that lovely smile of forgiveness and understanding. But the realist part of me knows that won't happen. Not tonight, anyway. "Come on Tina, it's not your fault," Newt extends his hand for me to grab it. As our fingers lace together as he hauls me off the couch, up the stairs and into my room. "You deserve to sleep,"
Against my will I change into my pyjamas and silently get into bed. I wonder if Newt will sleep with me again tonight. His warm skin agaisnt mine gave me an unforgetable comfort.
"Maybe... I shouldn't go to England with you," I murmur. As the words stumble out of my mouth the thought wirls around my mind and begins to form some sort of idea.
"What?" Newt gets into the bed next to me. "Why ever not?"
"I think... perhaps it's for the best," I wave my hand and the lights switch off, crawling under the blankets and closing my eyes. "I'm so sorry..."
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Sorry guys I haven't been feeling too great so this chapter was pretty short and not very well written. Forgive me >^<
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