Hey, Newt,

The only reason I'm writing this is so that you don't forget me. There's chance that all of your memories are erased and the place you'd go more than likely wouldn't tell you the truth about your life.

If you remember everything, that's great, you don't have to keep reading this. But if you can't remember anything, then I beg you to keep reading this. I suppose I'll start at the beginning.

Your name is Newt. You're 18-almost 19 in a month and two days-and you're my boyfriend. We met on a chat app because you were scared to come out to your parents as gay so you turned to a stranger for help. That stranger just so happened to he me.

After you came out to your parents, they accepted you. I came to visit you because we didn't live that far away from each other. During that visit, I told you about how I tried to kill myself because my parents didn't accept me being gay. As soon as I confessed that, you had something that you wanted to tell me, also. Instead of saying anything, you kissed me.

A week or so after that happened, you found out about me being in a forced relationship with a girl that didn't know I was gay. You saw us together at a bakery and got mad at me because I didn't even say anything to you. Then I told my girlfriend that I was gay and we broke up. I came to find you and we kissed again about a month after.

Shortly after our one month anniversary, I broke up with you because I was scared of getting hurt. But I ended up hurting you more in the process. I'm glad you decided to take me back after I was so horrible to you all those times.

We were happy together. Then you moved to the UK and left me. We still made it through, but then he came into play. You probably don't know who he is, so it's Minho, but if I'm not mistaken, you called him Forkboy. He excessively flirted with you.

When I came to visit you, I spoke to him, and you ended up beating him up in the end.

I skipped a very important part in our relationship for a reason. When I broke my leg, you had used the excuse of planning on killing me. You said that you were busy digging both of our graves. You had said were going to kill me and then kill yourself because you loved me so much. That day it was all jokes.

Then he killed you.

At my graduation party, my mom had stuck you in the back of the car and waited for me to get you from the back end. We were inseparable as we walked around, talking to people. That's when we heard the first gun shot. It was Minho. He was supposed to kill me, but instead you jumped in front of the bullet for me. I blamed myself for not pushing you out of harm's way.

After your death, I started writing you letters to keep our bond. Not that you would ever read them. That's when my mom had started talking to Dr. Paige and she could bring you back to life. I was so happy when I heard that.

Chuck sacrificed himself because his parents abused him. I tried to convince Minho to, but he wouldn't. That doesn't matter now. What matters is that you're going to be alive.

Just please, try to remember me.

I love you Newt.

--Tommy ❤

Newt read over the letter multiple times. Each time his memory would unfog just a little bit. After his seventh or eighth time reading it, a doctor came in and told him to rest. That it would help bring his memory back. Everything in the letter seemed so familiar. Like when you have a dream and the same thing happens in real life. Shrugging it off, Newt went to sleep as the doctor said.