Stealers (Newt x Reader)

Chapter 27: Realisation of Love

A/n - Thank you for 1.5k views it's more than appreciated :)) x

There was silence. My tears had ran dry, replaced by a deep, hollow guilt mixed with numbness. I just stared at Gally on the floor in front of me, my slow breaths the only thing that told me the world was still moving and life was continuing. It wasn't for everyone though. I tried to convince myself that it was best for him, even if I hadn't meant to do it. He was too far gone anyway, he would have died slowly and painfully if it hadn't happened. I told myself those things over and over again but nothing stopped the heavy build up of guilt and pain that had begin to fill my lungs like thick cement.

"(Y/n).." Newt crouched next to me, his voice soft and careful, "Are you okay?" At those words something hardened in me, like all that emotion had been blocked off by a giant stone dam. It was still there, but it was no longer crashing waves that were next to me. It was more like a distant lapping of water, and something about it felt calm. I couldn't let this stop me. I couldn't let myself fall into the abyss now. I took a deep breath in and nodded, pushing myself onto my knees and grabbing the knife that still lay lodged in Gally's chest. With a quick yank, the knife slid out of him, blood spurting out from the now open wound. The image almost brought me I back into the reality of it all, the sadness almost trickling through a crack in the dam but I closed it as fast a it opened, turning away from him to look at Newt.

"Might need this and yeah I'm fine, we need to go," I heard the detachment ring clearly in my voice, shocked at myself but I knew that I was right. We just needed to go and if Gally being dead meant we were able to escape and Thomas was safe, then maybe it was better. Newt just stared at me for a second, turning to see Minho with a similar bemused look on his face. 

"Uh yeah okay, good. Let's go then," we both stood up as I wiped the blood off the blade onto my trousers. I didn't want to think about how it was Gally's blood so I didn't look or even think as I did it. Thomas and Minho had turned back to the other gladers, who seemed to be trying to ignore the body that lay next to them and everything that had just happened. I didn't mind that, I'd rather everyone focus on what we came here to do. I just stared at the floor, thinking. Thinking. Had I really just done that? 

"You sure you're okay?" Newt had been watching me and his voice was thick with concern. I didn't say anything for a second, becoming overwhelmed by all this crazy stuff that was going on, all these things that were far too much for any teenager to go through and reached for his hand. I squeezed it and he squeezed back, pulling me closer to him so he could wrap his arms around me. His warmth. His presence. It was perfect.

"We just need to get out. That's all I have time to focus on right now, getting out. Getting you out," I whispered into his ear. He pulled back a little bit, giving me a smile as he looked down at me.

"That's funny, my goal was to get you out," he muttered back, making me smile. "Don't worry, we'll both get out." 

"And we'll be happy," I replied, Thomas' words a blur in the background of this beautiful moment with the person I was in love with. I felt it then and I knew it more than I knew myself, I was in love with him. I only hoped he was in love with me too. 

"Yeah, we'll be happy together," he added, a little smile on his face. My heart warmed, breaking the rock hard armour I had covered it in. I bit my lip and opened my mouth, another attempt of telling him exactly how I felt... The words once again on the tip of my tongue. He looked at me in anticipation, waiting. 

"Okay you two ready then?" Minho. Interrupting the moment again. I let a sharp breath out and turned to him, giving him a quick nod before stepping back from Newt. The air had become cold without him and my arms felt empty. "You two will probably be behind me at the front if that's okay." We just nodded and he turned back round to the gladers.

"Who's ready?" A few whoops sounded from the crowd, making Minho put his hands on his hips and shake his head. "Um I said.. Whose ready?!" This time the boys yelled back at him and lifted their weapons up, earning a cheer from Minho. "(Y/n), any words of encouragement?" My mind went blank as I tried to come up with something moving and inspirational. 

"Don't die," was all my mind could muster, Minho sniggering at my words.

"Wow, we're all bloody inspired," Newt rolled his eyes and laughed. I just pushed him lightly, laughing back. His laugh was all I needed and I realised the answer to everything bad that had ever happened to me had been fixed with love. Maybe not even from Newt but just in general. It's what kept us going and gave us hope all this time, it's what gave us the smile that we needed to keep going everyday. Maybe if everyone realised that, the world wouldn't be in the way it was now. Maybe we wouldn't be here, being experimented on. But I stopped the thought because if this never happened, I may not have met Newt. I just watched him, the wind blowing his hair to the side, making it messy. I looked around at the glade, some parts ruined, a mix of broken and charred wood but it was still the home I had grown accustomed to. I drank in the image, then Minho turned and ran, me and Newt following behind him and then the rest of the glade, straight into the growing darkness of the maze. The reality of the situation once again smacked me in the face, leaving me to wonder about what would be waiting for us when we got to the griever hole, sending a dark chill down my spine that reminded me of the darkness we ran straight into. 

A/n - Yeah nothing rlly happens in this chapter but I'm just gonna say it's for (Y/n) and Newt relationship building and all that cute stuff. I debated putting more in this chapter but I want it for the next chapters bc I have a plan for what's gonna be in what chapter.. if that makes sense lmao