Newt pov
It's been weeks since y/n's death. I guess you could say I'm depressed. We had been rescued from the Scorch. But that didn't bring her back, did it? I picked at my food. Thomas wasn't doing much better. He had lost his sister, like I had lost my girlfriend. Ratman walked into the room. "Alright, I'm going through the list of people not immune to the Flare. Newt...." he began. I perked up slightly. Y/n. I would see her again! Thomas looked upset by the sudden news.
Newt's death......
"Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!" "I can't." I feel fury rising in me. "Do it!" Thomas looked horrified. "I can't!" I huff. "Kill me or I'll kill you! Kill me! Do it!" "Newt..." I put the gun to my forehead. "Do it before I become one of them!" "I..." I was full blown angry. "KILL ME! " I feel one last bit of sanity course through me. "Please. Tommy. Please." He shuts his eyes, pulling the trigger.
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Whiteness surrounds me. I hear a sweet, melodic voice. I whip around to see her. I feel a huge grin on my face. She looked so beautiful. Her h/c cascaded down a white dress that stopped at her knees. Her cherry - red lips were plump. I ran over to her, kissing her. "I missed you so much, " I said. "I missed you too, Newtie." I spin her around and pull her close, never wanting to let her go again. "I love you," She whispered. "I love you, too."
