Love is wicked

Do I know you?

I was cleaning the med room when I heard some commotion outside. I grab my photo book and walk out to see what's going on.

My photo book. The only thing I have left of him. God, I hope he's ok. Maybe just maybe he could be out there and maybe just maybe we will meet again. But he won't know who I am. I would rather not have to live with that pain of the man I love not remembering me...remembering us.

I used to work for wicked. At first, they had good intentions. I was young so they never told me any details about what was going on. I fell in love with none other than subject A5. I never really called them subjects. My job was to stay with them and in a way be friends with them. Once he got sent up... I couldn't take it. And my mom Merry left. A couple of years later we got some information that helped us get a bunch of kids out of wicked basses.

I walk out to see my mother talking to a group I walk over and stand by my mom. I'm scanning the group my heartbeat quickens my chest starts to feel heavy as the people I'm looking at were all of my friends...and him. It was him. I gasped and put my hand to my mouth still looking at him. I wanted to run up hug him, kiss him, and tell him how much I missed him all this time. But I couldn't. He doesn't remember me.

A tear fell down my cheek. "N-newt?" I managed to say. My mother put a hand on my shoulder in a comforting way. "I'm sorry do I know you?" The beautiful British boy said.

That's when my heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Those words coming from him truly hurt. I turned and walked away to the med hut. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the face I was once in love with and not have my whole world shattered. I sat down and cried and started going threw my photo book. I always do that when I'm sad. It made me feel better. At least when I looked at the contents of the book I can imagine in my head that everything was how it used to be. 
About five minutes later Thomas, a man, and a girl who looked to be around the same age as me came busting into the med hut. My mother asked me to step out and I did. Once my mom came out with the man who I'm guessing is the girl's father. My mother stopped and made me aware of the situation. The girl was infected and my mother used Thomas's blood to slow the infection. She asked me to keep an eye on them. I stepped back into the med hut and saw Thomas looking worried at the girl on the bed.

"How do you know Newt?" Thomas asked  "I know all of you," I say with a faint smile. "What do you mean?." He questions. I hand him the book so he can see for himself.

The book is full of pictures of me with all of them. Letters from Newt. Photos of me and Newt, Minho, Gally, Fry, Alby the list went on with all of the gladers.

As he scanned each photo as I explain"I worked for the wicked I didn't know how cruel they are back then. When I figured it out me and my mom left." You paused. "You and Newt were..." he starts. "Yea we were," I say sadly. "You have to show him he could remember he-" I cut him off. "No, I can't," I say. "But he-" I cut him off again. "I can't I just can't tell him he won't remember, "I said looking in Thomas's eyes with a look that could cut cleaner than a knife. "How do you know that?" He says. "Do you remember me now that you have seen those?" I ask. "N-no but.." He says. "Exactly." I say "At least tell them you knew us." He says. "Fine," I say finally realizing he wasn't going to give up.

We waited for the girl to wake up. I learned her name is Brenda. I remember her brother they look quite similar. George and I  had pictures together in my photo book. I wondered if I should show Brenda. After Thomas finishes his conversation with Brenda with we walk to the group of boys who are sitting on a cliff.

"Hey, guys this is..uh" Thomas starts then looks at you realizing he'd never gotten your name. "I'm y/n," I say. "She knew us all before the maze," Thomas adds for me seeing how nervous I looked. "Really?" Minho asks in a "Your messing with me right" tone. Thomas and I sit down I place my photo book next to me and I start to explain. "Yea...Minho you were my best friend, Fry you were someone who I could always talk to no matter what, Tommy you were one of my closest friends, and Newt...Uhm." I didn't know what to say. " Were we friends as well ?" He asked. I felt like I was going to break down. "If only you knew the half of it," you thought to yourself. "Yea...we were close." I managed to say. "I'm sorry we can't remember you y/n..." Fry says. "It's ok...I'm gonna go... we're leaving in a day at first light." I say and get up to walk away not wanting to start crying.

*3rd person pov*

For the first time, y/n forgot her book. And someone was going to find it.

*Newts pov*

Everyone else went to go to sleep. I was just me on the cliff now. I was thinking about the fact there are people out there that could know me more than I even know myself... and y/n she seems so familiar but I can't remember her voice sounds like one I have heard in my dreams. While thinking about it I noticed something... y/n's book. I didn't think it was anything personal just a normal book. I picked it up and started looking threw the pages.

I saw photos of me and her...photos of me holding her, kissing her, letters that I wrote to her. I couldn't help but cry. I couldn't imagine how much pain she was in. First, her love gets taken from her and now he can't remember her. I tried so hard to remember. Not even just for her but for me as well. I wanted to remember so bad so so bad but I couldn't. I just couldn't remember.

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