"I'm so proud of you, Tom." Teresa's voice was wary. She was sat beside Thomas, rubbing her fingers on his knee in an attempt to be comforting. 

Thomas just nodded. He couldn't stop his knee from bouncing, and he couldn't stop the tears running down his face. He probably looked insane to some people, but grief did that to you.

When she didn't get a full response, she continued. "He'd be proud of you too. He loved you. Anyone who saw you together could tell. He looked at you like you were his world and I know nothing I say can make it any better, but Tom, it wasn't your fault-"

That got a reaction out of him. 

He shot up and barked out a manic laugh, shaking his head. "It wasn't my fault?! Of course it was my fault! I should've stopped him! I was so caught up in my own fucking worries that I couldn't see how damn depressed he was!" He sat back down, only now fully registering that people were looking in his direction, including Chuck. He lowered his voice, snapping his eyes shut. "Teresa, when I saw his body," His body racked with a sob. "When I saw his body I wanted to kill myself too."

Teresa had absolutely no clue what to say. 

Thankfully, she didn't have to think too much because Sonya came up in front of the pair, holding a small box that looked close, too close, to being an engagement ring box. 

It was too similar, too, too similar and when Thomas saw it he couldn't breathe and he just wanted to go back into the past and-

"I know what you're thinking." Sonya let out a sad laugh. Her eyes were noticeably red and her lips were puffy. It was no surprise she had been crying a lot, she was Newt's sister, after all. "I'm not going to propose, don't worry." She put the box on Thomas' lap with a sniffle. "He was going to propose."

Thomas just stared. He knew he was crying, he knew he probably looked like an idiot. But he didn't understand. No matter how hard he tried to think, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. 

He blinked blankly, feeling another tear escape his eye. "I.. I don't understand. I thought he- I'm so confused." He shook his head, a small, weak smile appearing on his face when he ran his finger over the box. 

"He thought he wasn't good enough for you, Thomas." 

Thomas looked up at Sonya. "He was my world and more. He was better than me. Not good enough my ass." 

Sonya let out a watery laugh and put her hand on his shoulder before walking off. "He said the same thing about you."

He watched her leave, jerking back to reality when Teresa put a hesitant hand on his knee again. She took it off based on his reaction. 

Thomas didn't do or say anything for around a minute, just staring at the box and deciding what to do with it.

He didn't notice when a figure came up to him cautiously, a sad yet derpy smile adorned on his face. 

"Hey, Thomas, was it?" He spoke quickly, and he looked like he was of Asian descent. His actions and voice gave off waves of confidence and Thomas couldn't help but loom back and feel a bit intimidated. "I'm Minho. I was one of Newt's best friend."

Thomas felt an odd surge of pride at the phrase 'one of', automatically thinking, 'ha, Newt is so popular!' but that quickly morphed into sadness once he realised just what he said. He simply nodded.

Minho smiled weakly. "I, uh, we don't know each other. I don't know why I'm here. I'm.. sorry, I guess? None of this was your fault. You seemed to have.. loved Newt. A lot." The confidence had completely diminished and the male seemed to have finally been overcome with awkwardness.

The brunet just nodded once more, but did speak this time. "Yeah. I loved him. Thank you for being his friend, I guess. I'm sorry too."

The Asian nodded. "I'll see you around." He clearly had no clue what else to say, so left.

"See you."

"He seemed nice." Teresa smiled softly, looking at Thomas. When she noticed his expression, she frowned, though. "Do you want to be left alone?"

He merely nodded and she stood up and left him alone with his thoughts.

Thomas sighed, closing his eyes. He missed Newt and it hadn't been a long time. He missed his messy blond hair that felt so soft and nice, he missed his taking-no-shit way of talking, he missed his sweet, British accent. He just missed him in general.

And now he found out Newt was going to propose.

Thomas forced himself to open the engagement ring box.

The ring inside was beautiful. It was simple, but absolutely gorgeous. It was silver, and had a few gems surrounding a bigger gem in the centre. Thomas wanted to wear it, to treasure it, but he couldn't help the urge to throw it away. It reminded him of Newt now. 

So, snapping his eyes shut, he slammed the box closed.

ew this is bad but psh oh well

also give me a random date