Dear Newt // Newt x reader.

Chapter 19 - Tears and chicken

"Well, do you recognize her?" I inquired, my patience wearing thin. Thomas shook his head ever so slightly.

"No," he replied tersely.

"Really? Because she seemed to recognize you."

"What about the note?" Thomas asked, diverting the conversation.

"Yeah, we'll worry about the note later," I asserted, redirecting my attention to the unconscious girl.

"I think you should worry about it now," Thomas insisted.

I shot him an irritated look. "We've got enough to deal with at the moment. Like waking her up," I retorted. "Has anyone seen y/n? She knows more about women's bodies than you two shuckheads."

"We tried that, but she's been at Frypan all day," Jeff chimed in, confusion etching across his features. My brow furrowed in realization as I connected the dots. The dinner plans we had forgotten.

"Bloody shucking hell..."

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The makeshift dinner table was set up in the kitchen, barrels and crates providing the charming setting I had envisioned. Frypan had outdone himself, serving a delicious meal of fried chicken, exactly as I had planned. We were both laughing heartily, relishing the rare moment of shared intimacy.

As the door swung open with a creak, my gaze shifted from Frypan to Newt, who had finally decided to join us. His expression was a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. He had obviously spent time getting cleaned up, and I had hoped he would have waited for us.

"Newt," I said, my voice laced with surprise, "we're having dinner."

His eyes darted between Frypan and me, the jealousy in his gaze unmistakable. The jovial atmosphere in the room withered away, replaced by an unspoken tension that hung heavily between us.

"I didn't expect to see this," Newt muttered, his voice strained.

I sighed inwardly, disappointment welling up within me. I had hoped for a different reaction from him, perhaps understanding or even an apology for his earlier absence.

"You were late," I stated, my words heavy with the unspoken accusation.

Newt's jaw clenched, but he couldn't argue with the truth. "I... I got caught up," he finally admitted, his tone defensive.

The atmosphere was thick with unsaid words, and my frustration continued to mount. "You had hours to prepare for this dinner, Newt. Yet you chose to spend that time with your duties instead."

Newt's eyes flickered with a mix of guilt and jealousy, but he refused to back down. "A lot has happened today, Y/N. It's not as simple as it seems."

But I couldn't let him off the hook so easily. "It's not just about tonight. You've been so caught up in your responsibilities that you hardly have time for me anymore. You're always busy with the Gladers, and you've stopped calling me 'Love.' You've changed, Newt."

Newt's gaze bore into mine, his denial evident. "I haven't changed, Y/N. My job is just demanding, and there's so much to do—"

"You can't even admit you stopped calling me 'Love,' can you?" I interrupted, my voice trembling with disappointment.

"I sure do call you love!" he responded.

"No, you don't, and it hurts," I replied.

I took a deep breath, my voice trembling as I finally spoke my truth, "Newt, I can't do this anymore."

Newt's eyes widened in alarm, a mixture of shock and fear crossing his face. "Y/N, what do you mean?"

She wiped away a tear, her resolve firming. "I mean... I can't be just 'Newt's girlfriend' anymore. I need to be my own person, and to be with someone who makes time for me."

Newt stood there, stunned and heartbroken. He had never anticipated that their argument would lead to this, and the weight of his past came crashing down on him. Memories of his struggles and suicidal thoughts resurfaced, and he couldn't bear the idea of losing Y/N. She had been his anchor in the tumultuous world of the Glade.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he called out after her, "Y/N, please, don't go."

Y/N tried to open her mouth, but the tears blocked her ability to speak. "I'm sorry," she said and turned around, running her way to her hut. Frypan, who had been witness to the painful exchange, decided to give them some space and began to make his exit from the room. But Newt, desperate to avoid acknowledging the severity of their fight, reached out and grabbed Frypan's arm, preventing him from leaving.

"Stay," Newt murmured, his voice trembling. He didn't want to be alone with the raw emotions that were welling up inside him.

Frypan hesitated, torn between his desire to give them privacy and his concern for Newt's well-being. Finally, he nodded and stayed by Newt's side, silently offering his support.

The room was filled with the palpable tension of a shattered relationship, leaving both Newt and Y/N to grapple with the consequences of their actions and the uncertain path ahead.