devoid | newt

chapter three

3

The utmost dilatory two weeks went by, the most brutal time spent. I loathed working through all these jobs, the gladers pushed me to my limits, my body couldn't handle the new exercise I haven't experienced. Nevertheless it was insured that I was officially a track-hoe. I adored the nature aspect, being so close to it, planting it and creating life. My job was an alluring distraction. I maintained healthy and joyful conversations with the boys, specifically Gally. I grew fond of all of them, to the point where I can say 'hello' while I pass them during my work time. It was a friendship, decent progress on my part. Sometimes I would exchange glances with Newt, but that deadpan emotion stuck to his face, it hurt me.

Trailing away from the scene of dinner, my favorite time of the day because that's when the runners got back. A smirk engraved on my face from the words the boys spoke, the things they say really have me questioning what goes through their heads. It even left Newt rarely grinning.

Walking my entrance into the hut, attempting to stay silent so I Amelia doesn't jump out at me. Creaking my door open, a deadpan expression painted on my face while I enter my room and take in a deep sigh. I want Newt to be a secret, I never told Amelia about the night after I first arrived, nor anyone else. Newt and I haven't spoken since, but that didn't stop me from staying quiet about it, and I'm sure he did the same. I take a seat on the edge of my cot, running my fingers through my hair, unable to escape him from making his way through my messy thoughts.

The brisk water smoothly brushes against my feet as I sit over a thin bridge in the dark of night. The serenade of the black sky, the stars lighting up to sing in infinite patterns. The light breeze hugging me, taking in deep breaths to smell the tranquility of the night time wind. Each morning I wake up forgetful of how perfect the feeling of this moment is, how harmonious it is.

A weight pushes on the bridge while I hear it creek beside me, a man appears in my sight as I observe the sound's source. The man brushes past my body as I stay seated over the edge of the bridge, taking a seat next to me while I stay still and silent. I turn to face the man sitting directly next to me, our shoulders merely touching one another. It's Newt. The memories from the night I hugged him flash before my eyes, while he has the exact expression compressed to his face as we stare one another down. His dark chocolate eyes glimmering from the moonlight waters.

"What's wrong?" Newt whispers, breaking the peaceful silence between us.

"Nothings wrong." I mumble, turning away from him.

"Why can't you be honest with me?" He cocks his head closer to me. My head snaps to face him, his irises fixated on me, searching my face for answers.

"Why do you care?" I demand. Newt takes a halt, leaning further away from my face. please, tell me you care.

"I don't." He states firmly. I swift my head away, surveying the waters while my bare feet play with one another. His words were followed by a long pause, I could sense the hesitation to speak in his shaky breaths.

"Tell me." Newt mutters. His ora is addicting, I could easily leave him here, except I can't. I want to share with him the thoughts imprisoned in my mind throughout these long weeks, even if it'll hurt me.

"I feel so alone." I breathe, catching all of his attention, "I'm so scared all the time. I feel so empty and alone." I whisper as my lip begins to quiver.

"Why are you scared?" He mumbles.

"I don't know. I just hate being lonely all the time." I whisper as tears make their way in my vision. Newt doesn't reply, he continues to accompany by my side taking in the nature that surrounds us. I enjoyed the warmth of his presence, it relaxed me like no other.