"I'd go to hell and back just to change your story," he breathed as he glanced over at her.
"I'm not the hero you think I am, I never was," she sighed looking back towards him, trying to mask the pain that marked her eyes.
"If I die, I wanted it to...
Newt sat, locket round his neck and coat wrapped around his body as he gazed out at the ocean.
"You miss her?" Minho asked sitting beside him, there was a long silence.
"I feel like she's everywhere, all the time,"
"You shucking love her don't you?"
"...maybe," he nodded, grasping the locket into his hands. "You know sometimes, sometimes I feel this pain rushing through me. As if someone's charging me, or restarting me,"
"What are you saying? WICKED's trying to bring her back?"
"..." Newt was silent, it sounded ridiculous but it was true what he felt and there had to be a reason.
"What she did for us was something amazing, you know that?"
"Pretty cool wasn't she," Newt laughed slightly,
"To be fair Newt, you did well. Getting to kiss her and all. She was pretty hot,"
"Minho," Newt furrowed his brows turning to him,
"What?" He asked innocently, Newt laughed,
"Guess she was..." he trailed "I wish I could keep her promise,"
"What was is?"
"Always believe in her. I never understood what it meant until WICKED talked about the hologram and her existence. She meant it like, always believing that she exists. Maybe now it means, Always believe she's still alive.
WICKED
"Goodmorning sunshine," Janson said as Jennifer's eyes shot open.
"Blondie?"
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