--Book two in the Subject A250 series--
She took the Grievers down.
She survived the maze.
She knows the story is far from over.
So, how will she fare in the Scorch?
A/N: People are still reading The Fangirl for the first time and I still get notifications as people vote for each chapter on it, and that's the coolest thing <3
Actually, no. THIS is the coolest thing:
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Yes, ladies and gentlemen. never14land has done it again. Based on the last chapter, obviously.
Okay, now for the moment you've all been waiting for. The reunion!!!!
"It's them," she muttered in disbelief. He was there. Him and Minho. Chuck. She could see Frypan in the background. Harriet and Sonya. The other girls as well. Sakina- at least it looked like Sakina- waved enthusiastically when she spotted Trace.
Trace was running now. Well, she'd like to call it running, but it was more of a fast hobble. Her leg was screaming at her to stop, but her heart was screaming her friends' names over and over again. She'd actually done it. She'd found the mountains, despite everything that had been thrown her way.
Newt was running now. He'd just reached the base of the mountain. There was still a long way to go before they'd cross paths, but he seemed intent to run the whole way. Minho stayed close beside him, looking back every now and then to make sure they didn't leave the group entirely behind.
This couldn't be real. It felt like forever since she'd last seen them, and Trace realised that they'd started to seem fictional again. Seeing them in front of her now was almost dreamlike; it couldn't be true.
After a while longer, Trace had slowed down considerably. As much as she wanted to run at full speed towards the group, there was only so much she could manage. In any other circumstance, she would have stopped and fallen flat on the ground, becoming one with the earth. But this? This was an extraordinary circumstance. They'd found each other, against all odds, and that was worth carrying on for. This was the reunion she'd dreamed of.
She must've passed the Safe Haven at some point; she knew it wasn't anything significant. Just a ribbon in the sand. She'd look for it later. They still had time.
After twenty grueling minutes, she could see his face. She could read the disbelief in his eyes, in his parted lips and furrowed brow; she could read the exhaustion in the creases of his eyes and forehead; she could read the relief he felt, and that she shared with him.
And after five minutes more -neither of them saying a word, neither of them daring to break the silent disbelief between them, fearing that doing so would take it all away- they met.
They weren't going as fast as they had been, but they collided with some force. Trace collapsed into him, burying her face in the crook of Newt's neck, breathing him in. He held her tightly, his chin balanced on the top of her head, hands clasping behind her, his fingers tangled in her matted hair. Neither of them said a word; they didn't need to. Just being there was enough.
