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Dear Minho,
I am so sorry.
I have failed you.
Love,
Newt.
Newt set the pencil down, and sighed. He had no idea how to say, 'Goodbye' to someone that you knew for so long.
Someone you cared about for so long.
Someone who had no idea that you liked them.
Someone who moons over a girl while you sit there and cry, for you know that he is not gay, and will never be gay-
Tears filled Newts eyes.
He decide to pick up the paper, and read it over and over. Trying to deiced if it was 'good enough.'
Picked up the knife instead.
Newt held it to his throat.
Newt knew that one simple slit would kill him
That sounded like a plan to him.