Say You Won't Let Go

What life is there to live without you?

The flames covered the majority of the streets, everywhere around us. Chaos. Something I was used to by now.

"Love please hang on." Newt continues to try and encourage.

"It burns." I wince at the constant pains flowing throughout my un immune body. "It hurts so bad." I don't bother to hide the truth. My face feels as if it's melting, sweat drenching it. My lips covered in the contaminated black blood.

"Don't give up. Please hang on, love." Newt never lets go of my hand. He remains, crouched down in front of my almost full crank body. "I'm here. I got you."

"We won't get far carrying her." Gally speaks up. "Someone's got to run to Brenda for the serum."

"I'll do it." Minho volunteers.

"Just hurry!" Newt tells the boys. The blonde boy sits with his back on the wall, a few inches away from me. Newt holds his face in his hands, hiding his tears.

Minho comes towards me, crouching down similar to the way Newt was.  This is goodbye. The black haired, sassy boy who immediately became one of my best friends. No usual playful smirk or sarcastic remark, just sadness overtaking his face. This was it.

"Thank you," I manage to speak out. "Thank you Minho, for everything."

Minho's eyes glisten, but his face holds a calm look. Almost like he doesn't believe I'm going to die. "Just hang in there okay?" His sweaty face tilts as if asking 'okay?' Like he needed me to assure him that I would still be in control of my body when he returned. But at this moment, I can't make a promise I know for sure I won't be able to keep. I won't be the friend to give false hope, and that is why I am saying my goodbyes. So I won't regret it later once I'm gone for good. It was depressing, but this was our world wasn't it? There was no happily ever after for all of us. Some of us have to sacrifice so that others can receive what a human being truly deserves. I'll gladly die so that my friends could live.
Whatever it takes.

My mind must've almost completely wondered of once I realize that Minho is lightly shaking me by the shoulders to gain my attention. I blink slowly a few times, trying my best to focus my eyes on what lies ahead of me.

"Hang in there YN." Gally stands behind Minho's crouching figure.

I look up at the boy with shaved hair. His gun held firmly by his strong arms. "Thank you too Gal," I heave through my corrupted lungs. They beg for air, rising and falling in attempt to keep my body alive and in control. Gally simply nods at me, giving me a weak grin. Although him and I didn't know each other all that well, I was still completely grateful and lucky to have had him as a friend. Gally showed his true colors by lending us a hand when we needed it most, and I sure as hell was thankful for him and his help.

"I'll go with Minho to cover him but we got to go now!" Gally stands, gripping his gun closer to his chest. "Thomas stay with them. Come on Minho."

I watch them walk off. Two more people who gave meaning to my life. I'm disappointed I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone I called my friends, but maybe it was easier this way. This way I only had four people to say goodbye to, and I wouldn't have to repeat the pain of saying goodbye over and over.

"You're going to be alright, YN," Thomas takes a turn to comfort me. He pats my shoulder, trying his best not to cry. "I'm sorry," he sobs, staring into my eyes, failing to stop the tears from flooding out of his brown eyes.

This makes me feel guilty for leaving them. I don't want to, but there's no other way.

"It's okay. It's okay," a tear escapes my eye as I try to comfort the boy who was originally attempting to comfort me.