The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt [12]

Newt's P.O.V.

Y/N was the most carefree, kind, and optimistic person I've ever known. Granted, I've known hardly more than sixty people in the past few years, but she stands above them all. It doesn't matter where we are, or what we're facing because she always stays strong when the rest of us seem to falter. Especially myself.

That was all until we were walking up upon that sand dune. Walking away from Winston. Walking away from our dying friend.

The gunshot went off and I watched as every muscle in her body tensed. For the next while, she refused to talk to me. She didn't help Thomas when he didn't know where to go. She didn't cheer anyone up when they began to sink. She wasn't herself anymore. The girl I'd grown so close to had disappeared.

Y/N P.O.V.

If we'd have just run faster, Winston would still be here. If I had taken his place back in the mall, he'd still be here. We could have done so many things differently, and if we had, he'd still be alive. But he's not. He's dead now, and nothing can change that.

"I know no one's happy. I—I never wanted this to happen. But there's still hope. We'll get through this." Thomas' voice broke through the eery silence of the slight wind and crackling fire.

"When are you going to see all of this for what it really is?" I snapped, standing to my feet. "When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Thomas?"

We're here, sitting out in the middle of the Scorch. A dilapidated, crank infested city to our left, and barren mountains to our right. This so called hope was a figment of imagination.

The brunette looked to me confused and defeated. "What are you talking about, Y/N?"

"How can you keep telling us there's all this hope? Where the hell is it? Look around you! Your friends are dying and—" I hollered before Minho cut me off by putting a hand on my back. Everything inside of me wanted to snap at him too. After all, he was the one who turned on that generator and lead the cranks to us.

"You should get some sleep." He forced. I looked to him with disgust and then back to Thomas whose eyes were glassy. I felt guilty for screaming at him, but I was telling the truth. We're in the middle of the Scorch, no clue where we're heading, and he's saying there's hope?

I took it upon myself to leave. Walking off into the dark, I found a log to sit down against not so far away.

Newt P.O.V.

I let her be for a while. We were all upset and scared, but also needed our time alone. I waited until everyone else fell asleep before heading off into the dark to find her.

Sure enough, there she was, slumped against a piece of old driftwood lodged in the sand. Muttering things under her breath, she tossed rocks out into the dark mindlessly.

"You alright, love?" I asked quietly.

"If you're here to give me a pep talk, you're wasting your time. Tell Thomas I'm sorry." She grumbled.

I sighed lightly and went to sit beside her. I could feel her tense but I immediately took her in my arms. "You don't have to be so bloody tough all the time." I told her.

"We're all scared. You don't have to hide it." I sounded softly.

After the words left my mouth, I could feel her body weaken, foundations collapsing around her.

"He didn't deserve it, Newt." Y/N whispered as she forced her face into my chest. With my arm wrapped around her ribcage, I could feel her heart beating unsteadily.

"Shhh—" I ran my hand through her hair gently, pulling her in even closer. "It's alright."

Sitting there, looking out into the black abyss, I never wanted to let go. Y/N was my little piece of home. My piece of hope. But even she was crumbing apart.