Dear Teresa, The ocean keeps reminding me that I was once drowned in the blue of your eyes.

Minho, try to go back to sleep. Newt isn't here, it was just a dream.

She is not an angel, neither is she a devil.

Life continues. As simple as that.

Newt, your voice is still haunting me in my head.

"Minho really needs to stop stealing my pants."

ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴ ᴏғ Jᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ Rᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴍɪɢᴏᴅs ᴘʀᴀᴇᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Fɪʀsᴛ Lᴇɢɪᴏɴ ╱ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ╱ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴏʟʏᴍᴘᴜs

He's having a bad day. Not a new thing though.

| keeping this acc for the tmr fandom if someday it's alive again

| Dang I miss TMR fandom so much.

Sadly, he is.

Thomas flashed a small smile, waving tiredly. "Sup."

"Yeah? I've had the best of nights with Minho snoring like a tow truck."

" яєαℓιту кι¢кє∂ ιи" -Maria -TMR OC -OC sister of Brenda&George -EX WCKD scientist -Mirrored Description -Any AU/Book/Movie -Any crossovers #νυℓριχqυєєи Rt&Follow?

Thomas cracked another smile, this time wider. "So, yeah, how are you? Everything's good?"

| I miss this fandom sm

Flinched. "What the hell-?"

Dear Newt, I went to the beach this morning, eager to see you there though I know you are now in peace. I told the sun how I've missed you. As I was soaked in its warmth, I then recalled it wasn't as comforting as you.

Dear Teresa, We are doing good as you can see. But you can't see what a person's hiding inside. I thought I'd find peace when it's all ended. I kept looking but I couldn't find it. It's certainly not within me.