Everbloom ღ Newt TMR²

6. I'm So Sorry

Okay, so I haven't updated in a while and I'm very sorry guys! I've had a lot on, and I also have exams very soon, so yeah.

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"Lori? Is that you?"

No one in their Group A moved any closer, waiting for the girl to respond. She didn't say anything, just cocked her head to the side, before slowly nodding her head. She seems . . . confused.

Minho pushes past all the Gladers until he's at the front. "Sorry Newt, but if you're not gonna, I am" He mumbles. Minho envelopes Lori into a warm embrace. She appears shocked at first, before hugging him back, shutting her eyes tight, as if holding back tears.

Minho pulls back, holding her shoulders and smiling. "Where have you been, shank?"

"I- I don't even know. The last thing I remember, is fighting to get out of the Maze, being hit by a Griever, and then falling down a hole. Why? How long has it been?"

"It's been a few weeks, Lor."

A small gasp escapes Lori, and her eyes begin to travelling around the boys, trying to figure something out. All she wants is to know where she's been, but she can't remember; and it's killing her, eating away at her from the inside-out.

"That doesn't matter right now, though. There's someone who wants to see ya. He's been moping around ever since that day."

Lori's face scrunched up as she looked at Minho, as if asking who. What they didn't realize, was that that was exactly what she was trying to communicate, because she truly did not know. But they didn't know that.

Minho steps away, leaving Lori to see the blonde still standing there, staring at her.

Newt finally pulls it together, walks over to her, and wraps his arms around the girl. Lori can feel the boy's body shaking, silent tears escaping him.

He takes a step back, before cupping Lori's face and kissing her.

She doesn't move, too shocked to do anything, let alone tell him that she has no idea who he is.

Lori snaps back to reality at last, pulling away from the boy, slapping him hard across the face.

Newt looks back at her, shocked out of his mind.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Newt's eyebrows crease as he looks around. He is unable to look directly at her, confused by the situation he has found himself in.

"Lori? What are you talking about?"

"How do you even know me? Who are you?"

Newt felt the pain of her words strike him like a sword, leaving a burning feeling in his chest. When Newt doesn't respond, Lori turns to Minho, who looks almost as shocked as Newt.

"Minho, who is he? Why does he know my name?"

"Lori, are you being shuckin' serious?"

Lori raises her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for an answer. The Asian boy runs a hand through his hair, shaking this head.

"That's Newt you damn, slinthead! Seriously? What the hell is going on with you?"

But before anyone can say anymore, Thomas is running towards them all, slightly out of breath. You'd think a Runner would be able to go that distance without huffing like he is, Lori thinks to herself.

"We need to go, we need to -" He freezes as his eyes land on Lori. His head whips to Minho, pointing at the red head, "Is that . . ."

"Yes. Yes it is." Minho nods, before looking over to Lori. "Oi, shank, you remember who that is?"