A walk through the deadheads

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while I've had school work :/
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-Opals POV-

It's been a week since Newt woke up from his coma, he's off the crutches but he has a heavy limp that will stay with him for the rest of his life. The cuts on his wrist had healed but it left a nasty scar that he covered with a small cloth he wrapped around it. Life in the glade pretty much went back to normal I would wake up, run, come back, eat, and go to bed. I didn't really use the hammock anymore, Newt didn't even have to ask now either it was just apart of the routine. Every night I would sit against the headboard of his bed and sing him to sleep. It might seem weird but I think it helps him to have a shoulder to cry on.

It was 8:34 and I was walking with Newt through the deadheads. I had an idea. When we were pretty deep in the woods I stopped walking, a few moments later Newt realized I had stopped and he stopped too.

"What are you doing" He turned towards me.

"Yell at me"

"What" he raised an eyebrow

"I know your angry, so let it out on me. Yell at me"

He starred at me for a moment. "Yelling at you isn't going to fix anything"

"But you'll feel better after, it's not good to bottle up all your feelings" I shifted my weight to my other foot.

"I don't want to yell at you though, you didn't do anything"

"I want you to let all you anger out on me. Pretend like I hurt you. Pretend I'm the person who hurt you the most. Pretend I'm the person you hate more than anyone else in this world"

"I can't do that" he stared at the ground

"Why not?"

"Because that person is me" he murmured.

"Then pretend I'm you"

He stayed silent.

"Yell at me" I sneered

"No"

"Yell at me" my voice grew in volume.

"No" he glared

"Newt just yell at me" I lightly shoved him

"I don't want to shucking yell at you!" He screamed in my face.

I was taken aback for a moment.

"Just yell then"

"Rawr" he rolled his eyes.

"Newt I'm serious"

"Ah" he joked

"Louder"

"Opal this is ridiculous I-" I cut him off by screaming in his face, he jumped back his eyes wide.

He glared at me then screamed at me.

I yelled louder as if this was a game.

He did the same.

We both screamed at each other until our throats were sore.

Newt slumped down against a tree an emotionless look on his face. I sat next to him.

"Do you feel better" I asked

"A little bit, why does life have to suck so much" his voice cracked as tears begs to well in his hollow eyes

"I don't know, at least not everything is so crappy though"

"What do you mean" he looked at me confused as some tears fell.

"Well I mean not everything is so dull, the glade may suck but it's kinda pretty like the way the sun would hit the glade at that perfect moment, right before it dipped underneath the walls. All these weird looking plants and the trees. The people here are pretty cool too like Minho, Chuck, Frypan, Alby, you"

"I wish I could see things like that" he rested his head on the back of the tree whipping the tears off his cheeks.

"You can"

"Not the way you see it"

"What do you mean" I raised an eyebrow.

"You always find the beauty in everything, the only thing I can think of here that beautiful is you" his eyes widened as if he didn't mean to say that.

I felt my face redden.

"Umm, what did you say" I giggled nervously.

"I- um I didn't mean to say that I'm sorry" he sat up awkwardly.

I turned towards him "wait are you saying-" Newt cut me off by pressing his lips against mine.

Startled, I pulled away my eyes wide.

"Shuck I'm sorry, that wasn't okay I'm really sorry-" this time I cut him off by kissing him back.

I didn't understand until now. I had liked Newt all along, well maybe not all along I don't really believe in that 'love at first sight' klunk. But I've been falling for him. I never understood why I always felt so safe with him, like when I would sing him to sleep, that became my favorite part of the day. The warmth I felt while we were tangled in each other's arms. That fuzzy feeling I would get when he spoke to me. That night when we poured water on Minho, I didn't understand why his laugh had sounded so sweet to me. Or why I got butterflies every time he smiled at me.

He brought his hand up towards my cheek and I wrapped my arms around him. It felt like time had stopped and the world had gone in slow motion, but in a way it also felt like it had only been a few seconds. Newt slowly pulled away from the kiss and just started at me. I stared back studying his face.

"Was that a real kiss or a pity kiss" he asked.

"I wouldn't kiss someone because I pity them" I responded.

I didn't notice until now but sun had set and the stars were coming out he seemed to notice too.

"Bloody hell what time is it"

I looked down at my watch, it was 9:26.

"It's late"

"We should probably head back"

I nodded and we both got up. After a few minutes of walking I slowly reached my hand out grabbing his and we walked back hand in hand.

Once we were in our room I changed into my usual night time clothes, a simple pair of shorts and a tank top.

I glanced at Newt who was getting into his bed and then over to my hammock.

Newt lifted up the covers and lightly patted the spot next to him.

I hesitantly laid down pulling the blankets over me.

Minutes passed that felt like hours.

"Well this is kinda awkward" I giggled

"Just a tad" he laughed

I rolled over so I was facing him, he was staring at the ceiling. I burst into laughter.

"What" he asked

"We're such babies" I gushed

"What do you mean" he rolled over on side so he was facing me.

"We can make out in a shucking graveyard but can't even look each other in the eye" I laughed

"I can look you in the eye" he snorted.

The laughter seemed to thankfully take off the edge.

Newt rolled over so he was laying on his back I laid my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

I felt my eyes grow heavy and I slowly fell asleep listening to the steady drum of his breathing.

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The Neal (Newt Opal) ship has finally sailed.
Because of being back to in-person school I might not get to update as frequently but I will still get at least one update a week! (Hopefully more)

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