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“The following are not immune…”
There’s only a second to worry, for his heart to clench
For his head to throb and his toes to go numb
There’s only a second of anticipation,
And Thomas would rather live in the second of anticipation for eternity
Than hear the next word that comes out of the Rat Man’s mouth.
“Newt”
An invisible knife is plunged into Thomas’ soul
Ripping it open, leaving it vulnerable to the dangers of the world
And the world is so dangerous, so dirty, so wrong
Because Newt is not immune
And there is no cure
And this was all for nothing
He hasn’t lost Newt yet, but he knows he will
And just knowing is enough
Enough for him to throw in the towel, say adios,
just be done.
Because Newt is all he’s ever known.
From the moment he was pulled out of the box, Newt was there
Thomas remembers no other life
His memory spans a short time, but it feels like an eternity
An eternity spent with the blonde with a limp
He knows what will happen to his friend
He’s seen the Flare do its work
As it takes its victim and turns them into anyone’s worst nightmare
A monster
A monster that looks back at you when you look in the mirror
Newt will still have his blonde hair, his limp
But he won’t be Newt
He won’t be Tommy’s Newt
The Newt Thomas has spent an eternity with
Will be gone
Newt will be gone, Thomas will be lost,
And again he wonders why he puts himself through this.
There is no good answer.
Because there is no good reason to keep going
Other than that voice in his head that tells him
Giving up is not an option
But when will it become the only option?
Soon.