Say You Won't Let Go

If it's all a dream don't wake up

YN's POV:

Once the blade plunged into my body, darkness overtook me. I allowed myself to fall into the depths of it, accepting my fate. At least now I couldn't hurt Newt. I expected to feel the unbearable pain in my heart, but it wasn't there. Instead I felt a stinging in my stomach. I failed to end my own life. Just like Newt had so many years ago.

I had felt pain before, but the feeling of the large metal tearing apart my insides was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I regained control over the crank inside just to fall into darkness yet again.

My entire life flashed before my eyes. The glade. Newt. The maze. My friends. WICKED. The scorch. All those deaths I witnessed. Everything. Most of it was traumatizing, but it was part of the story of my life, and I found myself wanting more. Craving it. All of a sudden, I didn't want to die. I wanted to make it to the safe haven with the others. Maybe get to marry Newt and start a family with him. We could build a house on a beach and raise our kids there. Away from the rest of the chaotic world. We could live happily ever after like I always wished we could've. So I fought. Fought for my life, hoping that I could make it out to this alive. Newt was my motivation. I had to fight for him.

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Newt's POV:

As soon as we got Tommy and failed to rescue Teresa, we flew far away from the last city. Away from WICKED and any dangers. None of us had a lot to say on the way back. Maybe it was that we couldn't believe it. We finally won, but at what cost? I close my eyes for a second remembering all the innocent lives that were lost. We fought for those fallen friends and we were so close to the finish line. We would no longer have to live with fear. We could be free at the safe haven. Truly live a life worth living.

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I remain seated by YN's sleeping body. Her lips are parted and the veins have vanished almost like they were never there. No sign of the flare left. Thomas' blood had cured her. Only time would tell if she awoke, and I found myself wishing over and over to have YN wake up. I needed to hear her sweet voice again. A hug or a kiss. Anything that showed me that she was going to be alright. But as I watch the love of my life peacefully sleeping, I knew it would be a while before I got to see her well again.

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That night we reached the camp we had set up. Vince and the others were all set up for our return. I think Sonya was the happiest to see us. Her and I didn't have a lot of time to catch up since she was also captured by WICKED six months ago, but we were still the only family we had left, and that mattered. Sonya was extremely worried about YN after I told her all that had happened. Her face was covered in a worried look when she watched me carry her resting body off the berg. All my friends and I awaited the day my girlfriend and Thomas would wake up.

The morning right after we reached the camp we set sail to find our safe haven. The boat was all ready and we were finally going to get away from the world that destroyed us. We would get a fresh start where we could all be happy.

The days passed slowly. The boat ride wasn't very long because soon we found land. A giant coastline empty from any people or signs of disease where we could begin to build our home. Trees and helpful resources covered the land.

YN and Thomas were still consumed by what seemed like an eternal slumber. Both of them had gotten hard hits to their internal organs. Quintin said it was normal that they were still unconscious. We had the two of them rest in tents that we had set up a little above the coastline. YN lay in a room by herself where Quintin would occasionally check up on her, as the designated doctor for the safe haven. I tried to stay with YN as often as possible, hoping that any second she would wake up, but everyone had to pitch in and help build up the foundation of the safe haven. Even then, after long days of hard work, no matter how tired I was, I would go to YN's tent and lay next to her, telling her everything that was going on or how much I missed her. I would sleep on uncomfortable chairs and hard grounds just in case she were to wake up. So I could be the first one to see her. Maybe I sounded a bit clingy or obsessed, but when you used to spend every second in your life with that one person, it's hard to be away from them. YN and I had spent almost two years together. It's hard to remember life before her because she changed my life for the better. Once she woke up I would confess all my love to her, making sure that she knows what I truly feel for her. How much she means to me. But for now, I would continue to visit her and hope for the best.