This was requested by DragonLover1234567  , who has been SO supportive!!! She's been with this book since the beginning (like a week ago lol) but her comments always inspire me to keep writing. So here it is!

When you were a child someone told you that you couldn't say, "I love you," without the "I." You thought that was obvious; the phrase began with I and taking away that would change the meaning of the sentence. It was much later when you finally realized what it meant: you have to think of yourself before you can love someone else.

You were proud of the person you'd become. You adored yourself in every way. You loved your confidence, your poise, how smart you were and your compassion for others. You accepted that you looked the way you did and your value wasn't based on what you looked like, but what was inside of you. You were at peace with your body and you loved yourself for it.

Newt loved you too. He didn't care about what you looked like or how you dressed. He loved you for the way you were and the personality you'd built from the ground. He was well aware of your philosophy that you couldn't say I love you without I, and he accepted it. He agreed, even. It was how he justified ignoring you for so long.

Newt had been keeping you at arm's distance for too long. You'd let him have his space at first, not minding the empty apartment and the peace you had during the afternoons while Newt worked in his suitcase. You didn't mind climbing in bed alone, because you woke up to have Newt curled up next to you. You respected his dedication and you believed that the distance was good for your relationship.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?

But when you didn't wake up with Newt by your side one morning, and he'd barely come out for meals, and the time you spent alone became longer and longer until it seemed like he wasn't there at all you started to get annoyed. You tried venturing into Newt's case to help him and spend a few precious moments of your day with him, but he avoided you, giving you mundane tasks and placing himself in another area of the magical case.

You tried to talk to him about it but he'd avoid your all-knowing gaze and make up excuses. That made you annoyed, too. All you had to do was look him in the eye and you'd be able to see what was wrong but he couldn't even bring himself to do that.

One day you snapped.

You were a painter and you had a room dedicated to your paintings and sculptures. They were a big part of your life. Your paintings were like Newt's creatures: sacred. You thought Newt understood that- as you respected his Beasts and his desire to care for them- but you couldn't understand why he was ignoring you. And suddenly you couldn't take it anymore.

Candles floated around your easel and canvas as your brush glided across the page, swooping and dipping in swaths of color. You washed off your brush in a levitating cup of water. Dipping it in a dark paint, you dabbed inky blue onto the corners of your portrait, contrasting the light and the dark, the good and the bad, the holy and the sinful. Classical music played in the background and the aroma of wildflowers lingered in the atmosphere. It was a picture perfect scene, something you'd probably paint if it weren't you sitting on the stool, but you couldn't enjoy it. The nonappearance of your boyfriend had left an aching pit in your belly. You knew that if he was there he'd smile, tell you your painting was lovely, stroke your shoulders, and show you he loved you the way only he knew how to. You knew he'd be laughing and humming along with the concerto, alluding to your first kiss at an opera. He'd make the whole room seem brighter.

But he wasn't there.

Sighing, you put down your paintbrush. You didn't want to force Newt to walk away from his creatures but the amount of time you both had been spending apart had become unhealthy for you. You weren't a shy woman, and you weren't afraid to speak your mind. You absolved to walk into Newt's case and give him a piece of your mind. You hadn't the slightest clue of what was wrong with him but he couldn't waste away in a hole and ignore you.

You trudged out of your painting room and into your living room, where a fire was sparking and Newt's case lay flat on the rug before it.

Feeling annoyed, you bent over and knocked on the case. You straightened your back and crossed your arms, eyebrows drawn to the middle of your face in irritation.

When there was no answer you knocked again.

Finally, the trunk's top creaked open and out emerged the sandy-colored top of your boyfriend's head. Newt pushed his head into the room, his eyebrows raised and his eyes suddenly lighting up. "(Y/N)!" He greeted happily. Your confidence wavered at his happiness to see you.

"Newt, we need to talk." You declared. Newt clambered out of the case, patting down his hair and giving you a small smile.

"I'm listening," he said, taking your hand and leading you over to the couch. You forgot that about him, that he would always listened. It would've made you happy except for the fact that you'd forgotten.

You took a deep breath after you both had settled onto your plush couch. "I've noticed you've been spending more time in your case," you started out.

"Yes," he replied instantly. "Yes, I have.. new occamies just hatched and I was taking care of them."

You pursed your lips. "That's wonderful," you laced your fingers together, "but I kind of feel like you haven't been out of the case in a while."

Newt blinked at you.

"Don't you want to come up every once in a while?" You inquired softly. "Get some fresh air?"

"There's plenty of air in the case," Newt joked. Your irritation sparked but you were determined to stay cool.

"Of course. But... I miss you. I feel like you're ignoring me." You looked at your hands.

"I'm not ignoring you, (Y/N)." Newt huffed. "I'm just busy with work. You understand that."

"I know, but even when I try and help you push me away! Honestly, it can't take up that much of your time, can it?" You retorted.

"Well, I have many creatures, and to be fair, sometimes you ignore me when you're painting-"

"-and I have many paintings but I make room for you. I make sure that I spend time with you!" Your temper flared and you were getting angrier and angrier by the second. You expected Newt to be understanding, but he didn't seem to want to acknowledge his problems.

"Are you saying I don't spend time with you?" Newt accused. Newt's angry was calm angry, the most terrifying kind. His eyes would light on fire and every muscle would tense up, his fists would ball and he'd speak very quietly, so quiet that you wouldn't know when to stop and you'd send him tumbling over the edge into his rage. You had memories of arguments driven to the point of screaming, which resulted in complaints from the neighbor but heartfelt apologies between the two of you.

You looked him dead in the eye. "That is exactly what I'm saying, Newt Scamander. And you know it's true."

"Oh, this is not my fault! I don't know where you've gotten this notion but I've been there for you for years! We stopped Grindelwald together! I don't ignore you and I never have." He cried. You had both leapt up from the couch and you were looking each other through teary eyes. "Please... I'm not ignoring you. I love you." he reached out a hand and tentatively touched your cheek. You turned away from his touch.

"You can't say 'I love you' without the 'I,' " You muttered. "And I'm trying to let you do that. But the 'you' matters too. And you may not think you're ignoring me, but you don't sit with me anymore. You don't let me help you. You don't come to bed with me and right after breakfast you're back in that case. I love you and I know you love me. Just... just show me that you mean it."

Newt's face went scarlet. All was silent in your apartment.

"I..." he stuttered. The words fell back down his throat. Anything he could've said was lost. He was at your mercy.

"Why don't you take a couple days to yourself." You finally choked out. "Take care of your occamies. Travel. Maybe... maybe I've been holding you back."

"(Y/N)-" he tried to stop you, a tear leaking out of his eye.

"You deserve to think of yourself. And I can't expect you to do that if I'm holding you back."

Silence reigned again. Newt didn't dare meet your eyes. He didn't want to see the look on your face if you knew that he'd been wanting to travel again. You'd know; one glance in his icy blue orbs and you'd know that he was dying for an adventure but he didn't want you to get hurt.

He stepped forward and kissed your forehead. "I love you," he murmured. "I always will. I will make this up to you."

All you could do was squeeze your eyes tight against the tears and look at your feet as Newt grabbed his case and coat. It was like he was already packed, like he'd been planning to go.

He stopped at the door, his hands shaking as they gripped the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder at you one last time, his heart breaking over the silent tears streaming down your cheeks and your arms wrapped around your shuddering torso.

And then he left.

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There will be a part two to this! I was also thinking of making a part two of "I Dont Want to Forget." What do you guys think?

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