Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 54

A/N: sorry for such a short chapter today I wanted to get it in on time!

Completely stunned, I slowly fold up the letter and place it on the bed next to me. I wipe the tears staining my cheek off my face with the back of my sleeve, and as if on cue, Newt re enters the tent.

I watch as his face slowly morphs into shock at the sight of my puffy eyes and my wet face, and his jaw drops slightly.

"Y/N..." he says quietly, and I bite my lip to hold back more oncoming tears. He walks over to the bed and sits down next to me just as a couple of fresh tears roll down my cheek.

"Hey, hey." He cooes, wrapping his arms around me tightly. More tears flood out as I rest my head against his chest, clinging onto him as if he's going to disappear into thin air any moment.

"Y/N, it's alright." He continues, "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm sorry, I should have never made you read that letter."

"What if you weren't here right now to comfort me?" I say between sobs, "what if I read that letter, and instead of being in your arms right now, I would be holding my pillow pretending it was you because you weren't here to reassure me that it would all be alright?"

The thought of that makes my heart ache, and I cling tighter to Newt as he plants kisses across the top of my head.

"I know I should have died back in the city." He whispers, "it's honestly a miracle that I'm alive, but I am. Which means that I'll be with you for the rest of our days together."

Buried into his furry jacket, I remember what I thought to myself just before I fell unconscious next to Newt on the Berg.

I told you I would be by your side forever.

*****
"We've come a long way together." Vince shouts as he paces back and forth along the beach, talking to the hundred or so of us sitting on logs around the bonfire blazing in front of us.

"And along the way," he continues, "we have lost friends, loved ones, and family members. They've sacrificed their lives in order for us to make it here, so this is for them."

He motions behind him to a tall, vertical standing stone. "So in your own time, come up here and make your peace with it." He reaches down next to him and picks up a knife, before stabbing it into the top of the rock and pumping his fist into the air. "Welcome to the Safe Haven!"

The beach instantly erupts into cheers and shouts of joy as people around me raise their cups into the air and down their beverages. Some people begin to get up from the logs and make their way around the bonfire to their friends, while others stay put and make conversation to the people next to them. Some even wander over to the rock and begin carving the names of their lost loved ones into the rock.

"We should go do that soon." Gzi says from beside me, taking a swig from her cup. "If there's any space left on the stone."

I nod in response, tracing my finger around the metal rim of my cup. Gzi sighs softly, which normally means she's about to change the subject. Which she does.

"So how's things with Newt?"

I can hear the smirk in her voice without even looking at her.

"It's all good." I reply, tilting my head to look at her. The girl scoffs as she raises her eyebrow at me.

"I assume it's a lot more than just 'good' considering what he wrote to you in that letter."

My eyes widen. "You've read it?"

"I walked into his room by accident when he was writing it back at Lawerence's. So he asked me to read it to make sure it was ok, and the hundreds of crumpled up pieces of paper scattered around his room told me that he tried multiple times to get it right."

"So what did you think of it?" I ask her.

"I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever read in my life." She says quietly, "almost hard to believe had written that about you."

"Oh shut up." I laugh, and she giggles as I elbow her in the ribs gently.

"He really does love you, Y/N." She says as our laughter dies down. "You probably already know that, but that letter..."

"-was pretty amazing." I finish for her, shifting my eyes across the beach to look at Newt, who's standing with Frypan handing out plates of food, and I feel a smile start to tug at the corner of my mouth as I watch the boy laugh at something one of the survivors says to him. The orange flames from the bonfire illuminate his smiling face perfectly, and in this moment every horrible image of Newt with bulging veins and black blood stringing from his mouth I have in my mind is now replaced by this one of him finally safe, and finally happy.

Yeah, I guess amazing's one word for it.