Broken Vows and Empty Promises

Sun rise

When I woke, the sun was rising, and Newt was still asleep. I had turned in my sleep to face him, and his face was one of pure bliss. That was the face I wanted him to have. That face where everything is ok, where I don't live in a destroyed world, where I don't have a care in the world, face. I got up, knowing that if I kept staring into his face, one of two things would happen. One, I would eventually grab his hand, and he'll wake up, or option two, where he wakes up while I'm staring at him.

Both ending badly. I got up, and went over to the edge of the hole, and sat down, my feet dangling over the edge. The sunrise was beautiful, and everything looked peaceful, as if we weren in a dying world. It had just started by the looks of it, and it was amazing. The smell of fresh air, the peaceful quiet, and the feeling of being the only one up in the world. The sun peeking up over the crumbling buildings, the sky a beautiful mix of orange, pink, and even some lavender. If I could have frozen this moment, this moment where the sun is beautiful, and I could forget the world was ending, where Newt was sleeping behind me, and where there wasn't a shuck crank in sight. Yes, If I could freeze time I'd freeze it right now, and live this moment forever. And if I knew what was going to happen, I would have, but then I liked what happened next a bit better. I heard movement behind me, and soon heard the sound of Newt sit next to me. I was still looking at the sunrise, when Newt spoke.

" Mornin, you look bloody fantastic for five in the morning."

Wait. What did he just say? He just said I looked fantastic. But, wait. This could be Newt's attitude, or it could be a complement. It could go either way. So, I responded back.

" So do you."

Probably my dumbest response to anything. Ever. I looked over at Newt, and my heart skipped a beat. Newt's hair was tousled and messy, his body leaning back, his hands supporting him. Can Newt ever look bad?

" Wait, I have an idea. I'll be right back."

Regretfully I left Newt and the sunrise, and ran downstairs. I had seen a big shard of glass hadn't I? Ah, there it was, right next to the bodiless ( thankfully ) closet. I picked it up, careful not to break it, and carried it back up the stairs. It wasn't exactly glass, but I'd never seen it before. It felt like glass, but you could see yourself in it. I ran back up the stairs, and found Newt exactly where I left him.

" Newt, look! It's like glass, but you can see yourself in it."

I sat down next to Newt, and held it up to my face. Shuck, I was ugly! My face was covered in small scratches, and my black hair was still sticky and slightly orange from the soda. I laughed, I mean, I couldn't help it, I just looked so funny. Newt grabbed the glass, and looked at himself.

" Man, I'm ugly."

I didn't know how to reply to this, because he wasn't ugly. I spoke under my breath, mostly to myself,

" You're never ugly."

Newt blushed, so slightly, I didn't know if it was from the heat, or if he heard it. Trying to change the subject, I thought of something to say. The sun was up, and I stood up, saying

" Okay, let's hit the road!"

Like we were going on a fun road trip. Newt quickly stood up, looking embarrassed.

" Alright, let's go."

We decided to leave the rug and pants where they were, and then Newt forced me to eat.

" Come on Minho. If you don't bloody eat, you'll die!"

" Um, if I don't eat one time, I won't exactly keel over dead."

" Yeah, but one time turns into two, two into three, three into four, until you're dead!"

" I'll eat if you eat. Also, have you forgotten our hand shake?"

I sure hadn't. I'd never forget that hand shake.

" Fine, and that was only for the cold factor, not for the food factor"

I waited to see if Newt would want to shake on this too, but he didn't. Dang it. Instead, he stared at me while I ate a chocolate bar, and I forced myself to stare at him eat chips without swooning. Then, as we were packing, I noticed something. Newt was purposely taking heavier and more things.

" Hey Newt,"

" Yeah?"

" I think you put more weight in your backpack, than what's in mine."

" Are you sure?"

I grabbed my backpack which was barely full, and told New to hold both of them at the same time. He did.

" Okay, maybe I over packed a little."

" A little?"

I emptied out both of the backpacks, and sure enough, Newt's backpack was jam packed full of almost everything, while mine only held a few chocolate bars. I started sorting them the right way. One chocolate bar for you, one chocolate bar for you, one chip bag for you, one chip bag for you, etc. As I sorted, I felt more and more guilty that I was the one making Newt feel like he had to carry more. But something was bugging me. This whole time Newt had been avoiding help. For smaller things like opening a bag to bigger things like forcing himself to carry more.

" Newt."

I didn't say it like a question. I said it like a statement. Newt looked up.

" We need to agree on something."

" What?"

" We need to accept help from each other, and ask for help."

" Good that."

" That means we tell the truth, and we talk."

" Okay,"

" Is there anything you would like to ask me?"

" How cold were you really last night?"

Oof. Now I'd have to have a reason why I didn't take his jacket.

" I was actually pretty cold."

" Good to know. Your turn to ask me a question."

Hm. he didn't ask me why I didn't take the coat. Good.

" When we were running, did it hurt with your limp?"

Newt winced.

" Not always, but some days it does hurt when I run."

" Tell me the next time it hurts, so we can take it slower."

" I will, if you tell me when you're cold."

" Deal."

I finished packing, and I gave Newt his evenly weighing backpack, and we set off. Today we were not walking or running. No reason why really, but we were jogging, and we kept jogging till Newt stopped short and I almost crashed into him.

" What the shuck?"

I was more worried than confused.

" Shh"

Okay. . . I still don't know why we stopped, but I guess I have to be quiet. Totally normal.