I can only stare, my face twisted in emotions that could not be described in just a singular word. I was horrified, sorrowful, and joyous all in one moment. From the smile that spread on your delicate lips, you acknowledged this. Now, I stand in front of your spirit, wondering how you will react to me. You are smiling now, but perhaps you are mad at me for fulfilling your deadly wish. I am unable to speak, watching as your glowing figure stepped towards. You take my rough hand in your softer one, entwining our fingers, lowering your head to plant a kiss on each finger. I couldn't have stop the grin that spread along my face, even if I wanted to.

"I asked you to do it, Tommy." You speak softly, your melodic voice vibrating throughout my very soul. "How can I be upset with you for something I requested of you? I know you're upset with yourself." That was the understatement of the year. I was furious with myself. How could I even... "Tommy... I — I love you. You're everything to me. I am sorry I requested such things of you. I am sorry I requested you to kill me. However, I do not regret dying. I would have rather died when I did because if I had not, I would have most likely become a murderer."

I did not speak for several moments. I was unable to. You understood that. You always understood, Newt. You were so compassionate, so caring, so gentle, so much like a parent that the children whom survived here in Paradise would have adored you. Your soft brown eyes are gazing at me sweetly, and I imagine the look to be similar to the sweetness of a piece of chocolate. The same color as your eyes as well. Your shoulder-length, unruly, blonde hair had always been attractive to me, no matter how much I might tease you about it. You understood everything.

You understood that you were half of the puzzle that completed me, that I could not be finished without you there. You understood why I sobbed every single night; my arms wound tightly around my knees, which had been pulled up to my chest, as I rocked and hiccuped with tears for you. You understood why I could hardly smile anymore; what once had been a bright ray of joyous light was now a broken lightbulb, a curtain drawn over the sun. You understood that I was broken. You understood me the way that the people around me did not. You understood me when I asked why; why I had been locked in a bright white room, all alone, all the time. Except when you came.

You understood that you were merely a figment of my imagination. I did not.