La Douleur Exquise

Newt is nine when he decides he wants answers. He gets the girl up first because his nerves light up whenever he nears the boy's door. But when he finally sees him all he feels is comfort. He trusts this kid, and he'll figure out why. He isn't stupid.His name is Thomas. But Newt calls him Tommy.Newt isn't much older when he realizes what the stupid jump in his heart every time he speaks the name "Tommy" means. He isn't stupid. Although with the way Tommy makes him feel, he's starting to think he is.His name is Tommy. But Newt calls him La Douleur Exquise.Newt has read his fair share of French tragedies. La Douleur Exquise, or, the exquisite pain of loving someone you know you can't have. Of wanting someone so bad it hurts, hurts so much he's almost grateful that his memory is wiped clean.Newt is seventeen when a familiar boy with hazel eyes boring into his own comes up in the box. Newt knows him. He can't remember how, but he can feel his heart beat when he looks at him. He isn't stupid.