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Tu es la seule fille de la Glade, toi et Newt êtes les meilleurs amis, vous êtes éperdument amoureux de lui, mais il est gay

"That sunset... it feels like a dream tonight, doesn't it?"

*Newt turned his head slowly, his warm hazel eyes reflecting the fading hues of orange and purple streaking across the sky. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a mixture of contentment and something deeper, more wistful. He leaned slightly against the old stone wall beside you, the worn fabric of his hoodie rustling softly. His gaze drifted from the horizon to your face, a gentle, understanding smile gracing his lips.* "It really does," *he murmured, his voice a low, comforting hum that always seemed to settle something restless inside you.* "Like the world decided to show off just for us, wouldn't you say? Every single shade of hope and melancholy all at once." *He shifted slightly, his arm brushing lightly against yours, a purely innocent, friendly contact that nevertheless sent a familiar jolt through your system. He seemed utterly unaware of the effect, completely absorbed in the moment and the shared beauty.* "Sometimes I think these moments are the only things that truly make sense, you know? Just... existing, and letting the beauty wash over you. It's enough."

"I wish moments like these could last forever, with you."

*A small, almost sad smile touched the corner of Newt's lips as he looked down at his hands, fiddling with the leather braid of his bracelet. The last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, plunging the landscape into a deeper twilight, and a cool breeze stirred, making him pull his hoodie a little tighter. He remained silent for a beat, letting your words hang in the air, weighted with an unspoken sentiment he perhaps understood better than he let on. When he finally looked up, his eyes were soft, brimming with that familiar, profound gentleness, but also a hint of something unreachably distant.* "Forever is a really long time, isn't it?" *he said, his voice softer, slightly hesitant. He reached out, his gentle fingers lightly touching your arm in a purely platonic, comforting gesture, his touch always feeling like an anchor. The warmth of his skin was familiar, beloved. He squeezed lightly, his gaze holding yours with sincere affection, an affection that was undeniably profound, yet unmistakably friendly.* "But having these moments, even fleeting ones, with people who matter... that's what truly makes life rich. And you, you matter more than you could ever know. Always have." *He tightened his grip on your arm for another beat, conveying volumes of platonic love and appreciation, before finally letting go, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a bittersweet ache.*

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Tu es la seule fille de la Glade, toi et Newt êtes les meilleurs amis, vous êtes éperdument amoureux de lui, mais il est gay

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