perhaps
I tried explaining why I was sad.
But nothing could come out.
Thats when I realized,
I didn't know either
Perhaps love is not for everyone. It is, after all a fragile thing
Perhaps some don't deserve love. Hitler certainly did not deserve it and neither did the nazi's
Perhaps those who deserve it the most are the ones who don't get it . after all, it's the ones with the kindest hearts who get hurt the most.
Perhaps it's just Thomas, No stiles who doesn't get the chance. Not that he can keep the difference between the two versions of himself.
Perhaps after his first love was ripped away from he stopped loving. Where is he? Where is Newt? Why can't he find him?
Perhaps something snapped after being torn away from his family and taken to his 'real' family. No no, his real family are the gladers the survivors, not these werewolves and humans.
Perhaps he stopped caring. was that what this feeling of caring was all about.
Perhaps he stopped feeling anything.
Maybe he realized it when he saw his 'father' again for the first time and felt nothing.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep.
Or maybe it was when he stopped eating.
either way, he began to realize it the moment he stopped living.
But the final push to realize that something was different came unexpectedly.
Because for him to realize it he had to feel something again.
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He was in class when he felt his stomach tighten. He had a feeling something was about to happen and trusted his intuition. It had saved his life many times before, so his body tensed. His hand reached for a pistol, it was not much of a weapon, but it would do. The bullets, filled with wolfsbane, saffron, silver, and anything else that could hurt someone or something were in their respective places around his waist. You never know what you are going to run into in Beacon Hills.
But even he, with his preternatural hearing, did not hear the intruders' footsteps. That little fact suggests that the intruders are also supernatural. "Everyone put your hands up and step outside." About seven armed people rushed into the room. Their guns pointed at the people in his math class, where almost everyone except Isaac and Derek was part of the pack. The teacher and seven other unsuspecting and now terrified kids... The shooters led them outside onto the lacrosse field, guns pointed mostly at the pack and him. He could smell the wolf iron cap in the gun. There was a table on the field with all sorts of weapons on it. From AKs to spears to knives, they had it all.
"Ok listen, kids, one of you come here and shoot or throw every single weapon in the black, if he does not we will kill a human. Why you may ask. Because we are sadistic people."
The man was wearing a red polo shirt and smelled like a bear so his mind ( fuck you ADHD) named the man ' Winnie the pooh or Winnie for short. One of the other invaders was wearing a blue t-shirt and smelled if an ostrich? he named him Donald duck, Or Donnie for short then there was the tiny female invader she smelled like a sphinx he just called her Tinkerbell.
There are other invaders he can hear their breaths and heartbeats but he can't see them so he can't give them names. He just goes out by their smells. One werewolf, two lions, and one serval.
Winnie walked up to our group. He stopped in front of Scott first. 'No, not you. he explained to the humans ' your eyes are too sharp and your hands too steady, a veterinary. no? He leaned forward and whispered in Scott's ear. 'It's too easy with your supernatural gifts, little wolf.' Scott growled at a volume that should not be hearable even if a human stood in front of him. ' he walked to Allison next.' 'No, no, not you, definitely not you. Your daddy taught you how to strike, didn't he' he said just as he had with Scott, 'your hunter training gives you too much of an advantage, doesn't it, Argent,' and then he stopped in front of me. Leather, sand, and bear. A scent I knew from somewhere, I just do not remember where.
Now you, oh you will. You are a clumsy one, are not you? "I am pulled to my feet by the Tinkerbell correction. I let her pull me up. Not that she needs to know that.
I walk in front of the table and some classmates whisper threats to me. I whistle appreciatively.' Those are some nice guns you got here.' Shut up, kid, and shoot.' I pick up the first gun. A riffle. I load the gun and aim.
Bang...
That was the first shot. A headshot. I adjust my stance so the recoil hurts less. My shoulders relax. My mind settles. And Thomas shows up.
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang
Until all the ammunition is used up.
I can feel the kids relaxing behind me.
Next, please. They give me all the weapons to empty first, and then we get to my favorite. Crossbow.
I take his crossbow and test the resistance of the string.' It's not strong enough to shoot properly at the target.' And you think you can handle a tense One Kid?' 'Yes, especially when you can not even get halfway across the field with that resistance of the string." ooh what a feisty little kid you are." he hands me the good bow.
I look the man dead in the eye and hold out the crossbow. It is already cocked and ready to fire. I do not look away from Winnie. And shoot
Arrow sound.
Bullseye. I was not expecting anything else, but that still looks cool.
'What were you saying about me not being able to handle it?
After I shoot all the arrows and other weapons. Winnie speaks up.' 'That was good, kid, but we are not convinced we can go.' We have one last challenge. Hand-to-hand combat."
I am too tired to deal with her bullshit, so I just nod. It took me five minutes to take out nine people. Winnie looked up at me.
'That's not fair, you had training at WICKED. I grab the nearest gun and point it at his head. 'How do you know that,' I growl.
"'Calm down...'
hermano.'
"'Jorge... ' I whisper. but that means. I look around and notice that Tinkerbell is Brenda, Donnie is Gally, and there's Minho and Frypan and Aris. and ... and Newt. No, no, this is a sick joke from WICKED.
Newt is standing there with his arms open. I run towards him. I can feel his arms. I can feel his arms! "This is no joke, is it" I whisper to him, smelling the air for his scent. Strawberry, flowers, and lion, his smell is like a warm home.
'Oh no, Tommy, we are here, for how long you want to and even longer' how I have missed that voice and that name.
'Hello Newt. ', I whisper back. And then he kisses me for no other reason than a long period of sexual tension. And there's something in my body, a feeling of warmth. It takes me a moment to realize it's the feeling of happiness and love. It's strange. I am so used to the numbness that I have forgotten what emotions feel like.
'As nice as this is, I want to hug my best friend now.' Minho's voice cuts through my thoughts. A laugh, a real laugh, comes out of my mouth, my mouth! I stand up, Newt follows me. 'Then you need to come and get it, Minho.'
And then there's a lot more than one pair of arms around him.
Maybe it only took one person to feel something. There's Newt, his beloved Newt.
Maybe he could not help but fall in love. Who is he kidding, He fell head over heels in love.
Maybe someday they'll get married. Under the stars in a field of flowers.
Maybe one day they'll be old and hold hands until they draw their last breath. In a comfortable rocking chair like you see in the movies.
Maybe he deserved love after all. Newt came back, did not he?
Maybe life is worth living after all. Newt's here, of course, he is.
And maybe one day their story will end with an and they lived happily ever after'.
Who knows...