Newt stared out the window. It was raining, the water running down the glass, blurring the view of the street. His vision was also blurred by the tears forming in his eyes. They ran down his cheeks, dripping from his chin.

Two months. It had been over two months since Tina's last letter. He missed her desperately. She meant everything to him and he didn't know what to do without her. It didn't help that he didn't know what was happening.

The morning's newspaper lay open on the table. A picture of Grindelwald took up most of the front page. He had escaped. It had happened when they had tried to transport him to Europe the day before. Apparently, he had been helped by a former MACUSA employee, Abernathy. Newt remembered meeting Abernathy. He had been Tina's supervisor and Newt recalled that he had been annoyed when he learned Tina had been reinstated as an Auror.

However, the thing about the article that had made Newt the most nervous was that it said a number of Aurors had died. There were no names and Newt couldn't help but think that Tina might have been one of them.

"Please don't let Tina have been one of them," he murmured, pressing his forehead against the cold glass of the window.

There was a figure moving along the street. It turned towards Newt's house and approached the door. There was a knock a moment later.

Newt sighed. Wiping away his tears, he moved away from the window. He pulled open the door and Leta came inside. She closed her umbrella before giving it a good shake. Then she tugged off her coat and hung it up. After closing the door, Newt pulled out his wand to vanish the water that had dripped on the floor and to dry out her shoes and her coat.

"Thanks," she said.

Newt followed her into the living room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I came to see how you were doing." Leta turned to face him. "You've been crying, haven't you?"

Newt nodded hesitantly. "I don't know what to do anymore. It's been so long."

"When was the last time you got a letter from her?"

"The last one came the day of my book signing," Newt replied. "That was March 19. It's the 31st of May. Tomorrow is June!" He dropped into a chair and tried not to start crying again. "I've written to her every day."

Leta pulled a chair up to sit across from him. "I'm really sorry."

"I don't even know if she reads my letters."

"But why are you crying?" Leta reached up and ran a finger over Newt's cheek, brushing away a tear.

"I'm scared," Newt admitted. "I'm scared that she might be dead."

"What makes you think so?"

Newt pointed to the newspaper on the table. Leta stood up and moved to the table. She picked up the paper and quickly read the article on the front page.

"I still don't understand why this makes you think she's dead," Leta said.

"It's not that I think she is dead, I'm just saying that it might be possible. The article says that there were Aurors who died but it doesn't say who. I'm so afraid that she might be one of them. I mean, it's possible."

Leta nodded slowly. "I see."

"I can't keep writing to her," Newt mumbled. "I want to but I think it's all a waste. She doesn't read them, I'm sure she doesn't."

"No one said you had to keep writing," Leta murmured. "Maybe if you don't write for a while she'll begin to wonder what's going on and then she'll write."

Newt sighed. He got to his feet and moved to get a sheet of paper, a bottle of ink, a quill, and an envelope. Smoothing his paper on the table, he uncorked the ink and dipped the quill in it.

"You've never told me her name," Leta observed.

"Tina," he mumbled. "Tina Goldstein." He slowly began writing.

Darling Tina,

This is my last letter. I don't know what to do anymore. I love you too much to give up on you but there's nothing I can do. I can't visit you, no matter how much I want to. I've been writing to you, which is the only thing I can do, but you haven't responded. I don't even know if you're reading this.

I don't even know if you're alive to read my letter. I saw in the paper that Grindelwald escaped and that Aurors were killed. I'm so afraid that one of them was you. My only comfort is that I know you're an amazing woman and an excellent Auror who is more than capable of taking care of herself. I can't stand the thought of you being dead. Besides, I think that, if you were dead, Queenie would have told me.

I don't understand why neither of you has written. I've written to both of you but I haven't gotten a reply. It hurts so much, Tina. It hurts so much.

If you haven't been writing because you've decided to move on, then all I can say is that I hope you're happy. As long as you're happy, nothing else matters to me. I only wish you could have been happy with me because I would have loved to spend my life with you. I love you more than anything, Tina. You're a beautiful woman and you're the first woman I've ever fallen in love with. No matter what happens, no matter who you choose to love, I will always love you will all my heart. I won't ever be able to love anyone else. My heart belongs to you now and nothing I can do will change that.

I'm very sorry this has come to an end. If there's ever anything you need me for, I'll be here. I'll be waiting. I still love you and I miss you so much. Goodbye, darling. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime and, if you haven't moved on, maybe we can be together again. However, if you have moved on, or want nothing to do with me, I'll respect your decision. I love you, Tina.

Love,

Newt

Newt dropped his quill, a few drops of ink dripping onto the bottom of the page. He was crying freely, his tears splashing onto the page, smudging the words. He felt Leta's hand on his shoulder.

"May I add something to the letter?" she asked gently.

"You read it?"

"No, of course not," Leta murmured. "I just thought that, if she does read it, it might be good for her to have someone else tell how her hard this is for you."

Newt nodded. "Okay."

Leta gently took the quill with her left hand and pulled the letter towards her. She wrote for a few seconds, her engagement ring flashing as her hand moved across the page. When she was done, she handed the paper back to Newt. He glanced at what she had written.

Tina Goldstein:

You probably don't know who I am but my name is Leta. Newt and I went to school together and were very close friends. There were some difficulties and we hadn't spoken for a long time but we're friends again now. We need to be able to get along because we're going to be in-laws soon enough as I'm marrying his brother.

Anyway, now that you know who I am in relation to Newt, I'll tell you why I'm adding something to his letter. He's told me that he doesn't think you're reading his letters but, if you are, I thought it might help for you to hear this from someone other than him.

Newt is really in pain. He looks so exhausted every day and I don't think he's sleeping well anymore. He was crying when I came to visit him today and he's still crying now. In case you haven't noticed, the paper is covered in smudges from his tears. He misses you so much and he's worried sick about you. It's tearing him apart.

If you do read this letter, please write to Newt to at least explain why you haven't been writing. He really does love you, I can tell.

Sincerely,

Leta Lestrange

Newt sniffed and folded up the letter. He slipped it into the envelope, wrote the address on the back, and sealed it closed. He whistled for his owl and gave the letter to him, letting the bird fly out into the night. Leta got to her feet.

"Don't leave," Newt called.

"I'm not leaving," she responded. She pulled her chair over to sit beside Newt and pulled him into a hug. He rested his head on her shoulder and began crying. His tears quickly turned into sobs. He felt Leta press a kiss and then her cheek to the top of his head. Newt clung to her, sobbing his heart out. Tina was gone, he had to admit that. Even if she was still alive, he had lost her forever.