The rain had started hours ago.
It wasn't the kind that poured—it was the kind that whispered. Gentle, steady, like the sky was mourning something it couldn't name.
Y/N sat beside Newt in the field just beyond the Glade, where the grass grew wild and the Maze loomed like a silent witness. Her fingers were tangled in his, but his grip was weak. Too weak.
He was fading.
The infection had spread faster than anyone expected. The serum hadn't worked. And now, the boy who once held her like she was the only light left in the world was slipping away beneath gray skies and broken promises.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice barely audible.
Y/N shook her head, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Don't. Don't say goodbye."
Newt smiled—soft, tired, and full of love. "I have to. But you... you have to live. You have to get out of this place. You have to see the ocean. You always said you wanted to feel the waves."
She sobbed, clutching his hand tighter. "Not without you."
He reached up, brushing a tear from her face with trembling fingers. "You'll carry me with you. In every sunrise. In every laugh. In every stupid joke I would've made."
The rain kissed his skin like a farewell.
Y/N leaned down, pressing her forehead to his. "I love you."
"I know," he breathed. "I loved you first."
And then... silence.
The kind that breaks you.
The kind that echoes through the Glade long after the rain stops.
Y/N stayed there for hours, curled beside him, whispering stories he'd never hear. She told him about the ocean. About the stars. About the life they were supposed to have.
And when she finally stood, heart shattered and soul aching, she looked at the Maze and whispered:
"If you had mercy, you would've let him stay."
But the Maze never answered.
