After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 23

"We are under attack, as you may as well know. Who we are under attack by, might be of more news to you all," she pauses, and stares at the crowd, "Right Arm has returned." Gasps and murmurs arise from the crowd. I sit silently, trying to grasp conversations here and there. I look to the front row, where I see the back of Newt's head. He saved me a seat. I feel a smirk form at the corner of my mouth. It disappears at the sound of Ava's voice, "I am not sure of how they have located us..." Probably because it's a massive building, towering over other peoples homes. "But all will be well. Soldiers have been set out to destroy any devices, and weaponry. The gunshots that you may have heard..." How could we not? "Were the killing of Right Arm's extremely small army. No need to worry. Although," she pushes before any responses could be made, "Curfew will be set back to eight. For safety reasons, of course. Do not exit the building, and do not ask any further questions." Somehow I feel as if she was pointing that last statement directly at me. Even more so, because she eventually found my eyes somehow, and gave me a sarcastic smile. "You are dismissed. The stairs are open, for anyone who would rather walk, than wait."
People scramble from their seats all around. I stay put, and watch as they bump into each other, trying to get ahead of the crowd. I see Newt at the front of the crowd, looking over heads, obviously for me. His eyes finally reach mine, and he smiles. I smile back. It feels so fake, it hurts. Although, there is some happiness there. I get a gut feeling, that every inch is going to be taken away from me. Everything I love. Everyone.
He pushes his way forward, and a real smile appears on my face as he trips over someone's foot trying to sit in the now empty seat next to me.
"Shuck..." He murmurs as he climbs up off the ground into the chair. "I imagined that a whole lot smoother."
I continue to laugh at him as he recovers, fixing his hair and shirt. "So, were you in your room in time?"
"Sadly. I wanted to rip the bloody door off of the wall, because I thought you didn't make it. Or maybe you signed up to be one of those buggin' soldiers."
"What? No, I was in my room. Was that you pounding on the wall?"
"Yes!" He says as he looks me straight in the eyes.
This feels right. It feels like...how life should be. Light, and happy. Laughing about how clumsy Newt is. Or drooling over his thick accent. Noticing how his eyes get all squinty when he smiles.
I love him. And that is all I need.
Him.