please: newt.

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i found myself sitting across from newt while the fire in front of us began to die out.
i tilted my head in an attempt to read his expression,
which seemed to be a mix between anger and a deep melancholy.
"what's wrong?"
newt looked up at me and shrugged,
"just wondering what life outside of the maze would be like."
he sighed heavily and took another swig of the dark liquid inside of the jar.
"anyways,"
he hurried before i could speak,
"give me a haircut, will you?"
"mm, say please."
"what am i? a child? come on."
we laughed together as though the sorrow wasn't lingering above us.
i took the knife to my hip and began cutting his hair as best it would allow.
"rather barbaric. cutting my hair with a little pocket knife."
"please, you all have a fight club! it doesn't get more barbaric than that."
"you might be right about that."
"i always am."
once i finished,
i brushed away all the stray hairs and turned him around to examine.
"all better!"
"thank you."
he got to his feet and laid a kiss to my cheek,
then wrapped me tightly in his arms.
i rested against his chest,
trying to fight the frown begging to pull at my lips.
newt was beginning to lose himself again.
and i couldn't imagine a life without him.
the day of his attempted suicide began to leak inside of my mind,
but i quickly shook it out and replaced them with the moment before me.
bittersweet;
but loving all the same.
"y/n?"
"yeah?"
i planted my chin to the pit of his chest to look up at him.
"i love you, you know?"
"i do...and i love you."
he laid his lips to mine where we shared a pure, tender kiss full of ardor.
every time we came together as one,
i knew this was my future right here.
"we should get some sleep."
i nodded in agreement.
the knot in my throat was much too swollen to speak.
newt laid a kiss to the corner of my lips then held my face between his hands,
"i'll love you until the stars burn out."
i smiled brightly despite the tears fighting in my eyes,
"until the stars burn out."
***
i leaned against the tree and watched newt work away at the tree stump in the ground.
"that looks like a lot of work."
newt laughed and rolled his eyes,
"it is. you should help."
"i should. but only if you say please."
newt laid the ax down and trailed over to where i sat,
pulling on my waist lightly.
i laughed while wrapping my arms around his neck.
"i'll never say please,"
he whispered then closed the space between us.
the sadness that once festered inside of us was no longer now that we remained as one.
we were filled with the purest form of ecstasy and allowed ourselves to ride this high out.
i was his,
and he was mine.
there was no greater fact than that.
"you have horrible manners,"
i managed to whisper through the nerves piling in my throat.
he laughed and brushed a lock of hair from my face,
"you should know better by now."
"doesn't hurt to try."
***
things quickly turned from peaceful to chaotic.
newt wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his chest as the grievers remained outside the homestead,
looking for their next victim.
my body was trembling in fear,
and newt's heart was racing beneath my head.
i closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing,
which newt took notice to.
he laid a kiss to my temple and held it there for a moment,
then let his lips brush my ear,
"no matter what happens...i'll be by your side."
i nodded and squeezed his hand for reassurance that he was still alive and well beside me.
and we survived another night.

we ran through the maze and began to fight the grievers threatening us.
newt occasionally looked up from his own fight to make sure i was okay,
which heightened the worry inside of me.
if he was too focused on me,
would he end up getting hurt?
while the thoughts churned inside of my mind,
i became oblivious to the griever sneaking up behind me.
"y/n!"
newt yelled from the top of his lungs.
i turned and froze in fear,
then began to prepare myself for my fate.
but newt soon pulled me out of the way,
where i barely escaped the griever.
it's blade sliced down my arm,
sending a ripping pain throughout my body.
"bloody hells the matter with you?!"
i gripped my arm and shook my head to newt's comment,
"shut up. come on."
i pulled on his hand with my free arm,
then continued to fight for him.
for us.

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