6. Thomas Imagine
The tears wouldn't stop running down your cheeks. Every time you wiped your eyes to get a clear vision it would always just blur up once again.
"Y/N..." you hear Thomas say behind you. You didn't move, just starred off into space. You felt Thomas wrap his arms around you and he presses his lips to your cheek.
"H-He hit me.." You whisper placing your hand to your bruised cheek. "Wh-Why w-would he do that?" You finish
"He's not himself..." Thomas replies, taking my hand and kissing it lightly.
"He's my best friend. He always has been, I-I just don't understand" you mumble letting out light sobs. "Why am I crying? I'm so sick of crying" you say wiping your eyes.
"Hey. Look I know things are all pretty effed- up right now but it's going to be okay. We're going to get through this... You'll get through this" Thomas says. "Newt will be okay..." He murmurs with an unsure tone.