"Complete strangers had sacrificed themselves so that I, the Immune, reach a safe place where my boon could be used to save the humanity. All WICKED wants is to help people survive. So, if we can save millions, shouldn't we? Is it too much to ask?"
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NEWT
If I know Tommy, and I do know Tommy, then won't be giving the matter, a rest. He won't listen to Vince and Katherine. He won't rest until he had got Minho back and honestly, I don't even want him too.
Because I, myself don't want to give it a rest until Minho comes back. Living on, happily knowing that Minho is there, being tortured by those monsters- I can't do that. And Tommy being the stubborn shank he is, only pushes me to move past my fear and uncertainties. It always had.
I think that's what I'm like. I would want to do things but I can't do because I'm a sissy. It's like I need someone to be by my side when I do impulsive and reckless things, otherwise I probably cower in a corner like a bloody coward.
I meant it when I had told Addie how I'm not like Tommy. I know I have intentions to take upon a task, but unlike Tommy or Addie, I don't have the guts to do so, alone. I need someone to help me.
I look my fiancé sleeping in my arms. Her mouth parted slightly, soft snores escape from her as her arms and legs wrap around me loosely. My gaze, for the umpteenth time in the day, falls on her neck, scatted with red and purple finger shaped bruises.
I almost lost her today.
I know that she will hate me for what I'm going to do. She probably even break it off with me. Though I really really really hope that she doesn't.
But. I don't want her to get hurt. Not even a scratch on her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I don't want to loose her. It's not like I don't trust her; sometimes I trust her more than I trust myself, but I don't trust the dangers out there, I don't trust the WICKED, the Cranks.
I lean in closer to her, taking in her usual apricot scent, and searing it to my memory. Maybe it is the last time I see her.
I take a deep breath and push myself off the bed, slowly. Slipping on my already packed bag across my body and my shoes, I pick up my jacket.
I softly stroke her on her hair and lean in, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I love you, Addie. Endlessly."
And I softly leave her.
Maybe forever.
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Yeah, I like to be dramatic. Maybe overdramatic but when you've been living with a girl like Addie some of her overdramatic-ness is bound to be rubbed of on you.
Frypan suggested that we just sneak in the jeep and wait until Tommy gets in and gets a minor heart attack seeing us already seated but I decided to steal the spotlight for a moment.
