Say You Won't Let Go

Flares

YN's POV:

The plan was going to be set in action tonight whether Thomas liked it or not. Gally had to keep insisting to Thomas that Teresa was our only way in. Thomas's stubborn self didn't agree until the rest of us (that meaning me, Newt, Fry, Brenda, and Jorge) eventually persuaded him into agreeing.

So here I was, sitting in one of the chairs in our 'meeting room' awaiting the boys' return with Teresa. I sat this one out and let Frypan go with Thomas, Newt, and Gally because I needed some time to myself to think. Newt had surprisingly wanted me to come along with them to distract myself from the Flare. Even though kidnapping that jackass of a traitor sounded extremely fun, in the end, I told Newt no and I stayed at Gally's friends' building.

I pulled up the sleeve on my right arm, yet again and stared at the black veins. The virus felt like it was setting fire to my insides at times. I knew it would only get worse and worse and I feared for those moments to come, telling me my time was up. I was okay with it though. Better me than anyone else. I couldn't bear it if it were Newt in my situation. It would destroy me to live without him. But thankfully only one of us had the Flare, and that was me. And I was okay with that.

It had been a few hours since the boys had left. Brenda and Jorge were off elsewhere chatting like they always did, and I was left alone. I never liked being alone. In the glade, the only alone time you had was in the bathroom and showers. I found myself laughing to myself remembering the time Minho left me helpless in the shower. Or the time the boys made me play truth or dare at the bonfires. I smiled to myself as I looked back, remembering all those beautiful moments I spent with Newt. We were in a terrible situation and yet still managed to fall in love.

I let out a deep sigh, wishing to myself that I could just close my eyes and go back in time.

A loud commotion from downstairs interrupting my thoughts. I sit up and open the door that led to the stairway and watch as Gally carried an unconscious Teresa in his arms. I stifle a laugh as I pictured how the boys got her here.

"It's not funny love," Newt whispers to me, grinning as he tries not to laugh for Thomas' sake.

"You gotta admit, It's a little funny,"I giggle leaning close so only Newt can hear me.

I watch as Gally drops Teresa's body onto the chair in front of us and tied her up.

"Are you sure you didn't kill her?" I cross my arms, biting my lip.

"No shucks sake no. She's knocked out. She'll be fine." Frypan answers. I stand beside him and giggle. Frypan hits his shoulder to mine playfully. "Shh." He scolds me for being amused at the sight in front of me, although I'm not too sure Fry is convincing himself.

"Now what?" I ask.

"Now we wait for her to wake up." Newt tells me.

"Come," I take my boyfriend's hand and lead him down the hall to the room that was given to us while we stayed here.

"How're you feeling love?" Newt takes both my hands and focuses on the infected one.

"Okay I guess," I respond. "Don't worry about me."

"Are you sure? If you need anything you tell me a-,"

"Newt quit working yourself up. I'm fine." I cut him off and throw myself onto the full sized mattress that lays on the floor. I lay my head on one of the pillows and look at the ceiling. Newt walks over and sits next to me with his back pressed on the wall. I sit up and lay my head on his shoulder.

Neither of us speaks for a moment. I turn my head and plant a small kiss to his neck. Newt looks down at me.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles lightly.

"Kissing you what else?" I smile seating myself on Newt's lap. I kiss him on the lips. Newt kisses me back.

Newt's POV:

It's not that I was complaining about getting affection from YN. She was my girlfriend after all. It just seemed random. I don't know like something with her was off. Obviously it must've been the flare, but I didn't push because she didn't like it.

YN continues to bring soft kisses to my neck. She moves her lips to mine once more and I can feel her smiling into the kiss. She reaches for the hem of my shirt, but I stop her, pulling it down.

"What's wrong?" YN questions, sitting back a bit, still on my lap.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I whisper to her.

"Why not?" YN gives me a serious look, and she furrows her eyebrows at me. "We could try something new."

"You're not thinking straight love," I tell her dropping my hands to her sides.

"Oh I see how it is. Now that I'm sick you don't want anything to do with me." YN angrily gets off of me and lays furthest away from me on the mattress. Her back to me.

"No that's not what I meant," I try to reason with YN because now I feel awful. I didn't mean to push her away I just don't want her doing anything she'll regret. It's no secret this virus is messing with her head and it kills me to watch her suffer.

I hear a sniffle come from her as she holds herself in a small ball on the mattress.

"If you don't want me anymore you can just say that. Don't pity me like some sick dog." She tells me not even bothering to look at me. The virus affected the brain and these mood swings weren't normal for YN.

"YN, I still love you," I lay behind her wrapping my arms around her waist. "I've never stopped and I never will." YN continues to sob. "I'm just scared." I confess.

"If you ain't scared you ain't human." YN quotes Alby. I sigh then kiss the back of her head and i lay here holding onto the girl I love as tight as I can.

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