Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 8 - Missing You

She never imagined how much Newt's departure could affect her. They hadn't known each other very well. They mostly talked whenever they met to share their findings and not a lot of time was left to talk for fun.

She didn't feel the same way when it was Minho's turn to leave, nor even Gally nor Winston. With Newt it was different. Even if he had spoken harshly to her the first time they talked—he did trust her the most. He stood up for her when his friends were rude to her. He wanted her to be safe, and he valued every little effort she made to get answers even if it wasn't much.

The only thing that comforted her was the thought of Newt wearing the scented hoodie. He would be able to feel that she was closer as if she were personally reassuring him that she was trying her best to fix the whole situation.

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For a whole year, Sara didn't ever hear anything from Newt nor Sonya, nor anyone else she'd ever talked to during that time. Kids kept getting taken away, one every month. Sometimes a small group of them would be taken at the same time, yet the system continued. The kids that still remained in the building were kids she never really talked to, so she didn't go out into the lobby as much as before.

She never received any letters from Newt.

Whenever she would ask Janson or even Rebecca to give her any news from any of her friends, they would immediately change the subject, trying their best to distract her. She constantly wrote letters to Newt, Sonya, or Harriet; letters that she handed to Rebecca to give to them but got no response.

She even started to think Rebecca simply wasn't sending any of her letters and just kept them.

Rebecca had decided to suspend her investigations for a while since Janson was keeping a better eye on Sara. Basically, everything came crashing down all of a sudden and she was left all alone once again.

Sara was becoming even more apprehensive and irritable each day. Sometimes she simply refused to eat, getting angry and yelling at anyone who approached her. She'd never felt a stronger urge to avoid people and not have to see any of their faces. Not even Rebecca's. On that measure, she also refused to train.

Had her friends forgotten her that quickly? Had Newt?

All the possible answers to the questions that kept her up at night were somehow locked away in a Pandora box. It was like she wasn't even allowed to get answers—all was strictly forbidden. No one would tell her anything. And she was tired of doing her own research because it always led to a dead end.

Back at it again with nothing making sense.

It had been at least a whole year without her being exposed to natural light.

And the Wiseman air.

Despite the scorching heat that settled in her hometown following the solar flare catastrophe, she missed the beautiful breeze that caressed her cheeks as she sat out on her porch at home.

Her father would always tell her to go outside and get some fresh air whenever she was upset. And she kept remembering her mother—how she would always have to call her name so she could get back inside the house right as the sun was setting.

The sunsets were beautiful. Sometimes all three of them would sit out and watch it hide behind the snowcap mountains in the distance. The last traces of snow in Alaska could be seen only in the mountains after the disaster, which added all the more beauty to the white mystery that snow had become.

But now the four walls of her room at HQ were windowless. Not even a simple sunset could be appreciated there. Home was incomparably better, and she couldn't understand why she couldn't get her doubts cleared up at least. She even came to think that with so many questions left unanswered, that was the cause of her slowly going insane, losing herself in her own misery.