(Get ready for some serious angst, also recommend if you read it while listening to the song above on loop for great experience ;))

Your face was again in your palm, your eyes dreamily capturing each and every small detail of his face; the trifling dimples that lit his face as he analyzed the little Niffler in magic zoology class. You were at the far end of the little space, probably six feet away from the male. His brown locks fell on his face, as his quill slowly sketched the little Niffler in his note pad.

 Newt Scamander's hazel eyes sparkled with unspoken excitement. 

You too "analyzed" him in every way possible. His messy and awkward tactics that had made you fall hard for him. He was imperfectly perfect.

It was quite obvious, that you were a weak kneed chicken which is why you were content from observing him from a far away distance. You were keen if he would look back, looking at you just the same way as he looked at the creatures.

Unfortunately, you were too timid to ever confess your love. This "timidness" of yours had led you through a cargo of stupidity, for example, sending him a love letter; that thankfully wasn't signed.

Another thing that had stopped you from confessing your love was her; Leta Lestrange. 

She was perfect in every way possible and also turned out to be you best friend. This particular best friend had Newt's name engraved about an uncountable number of times under her desk.

 And she also turned out to be Newt's closest companion. 

Which meant you didn't stand a chance.

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What were you to him?  You had no idea. 

You two had barely spoken, but every time you did - it ignited a whole galaxy in you, no star there- that wasn't igniting with bright light. 

Sometimes the way he looked at you was like there was something in you worth looking at.

You were really unsure at first, as to whether he actually returned the feeling you had bottled up for him. His amber orbs always seemed lit up with a passionate fire whenever he spoke to you. His cheeks seemed to be a shade of deep red too. 

Or maybe that was because Leta was always around you?

But you never lost hope.

Maybe.. Just maybe he did like you?

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No, he did not. And that had become clear to you on a very sunny morning in 1913. You remembered the scene as clear as day.

You sat next to Leta, her wand experimenting with parts of Jarvey. Unfortunately, it went wrong, the spell hitting you right in the chest, the impact making you fall back. The whole thing was a blur, the world swirling around you, the last words you heard were her name.

On his mouth.

He didn't care about you. 

Even though the flames of death almost consumed you whole.

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What had made it even more transparent to you was the fact that days later, when you had woken from your deep slumber, you were told he was expelled.

You were to never see him again.

He was never yours, but the thought of loosing him tore broke your heart into shreds that were to never to be found.

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Planning to make a part 2 lol. idk . Just comment a "yes" if you want one ❤❤