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I was brimmed with pain that ached through my veins; I groaned as my eyes blurred with tears drowning my face. Burry voices echoed around me, I felt the soft strokes petting my hair so tenderly...then I heard him...I heard Newt speaking to me, it was the only thing I could focus on "it's going to be okay, you're okay, stay with me...please". I could almost cry, but I didn't have the energy, I wanted to jump into his arms and cuddle into his neck until all the pain was away, but then again, I had no energy, there was too much pain that racked my body.

After moments of trying to stay awake all my energy drained...

(Vision)

I opened my eyes as everything around me echoed, every speech, every noise. Everything was blurry and unreal...I glanced in each direction, studying my surroundings. Suddenly, I was transported by a blink of an eye. I could see a little girl...me. It was a dark room with bunk bed's on the side and the little girl stood in the middle of the room, with just a light above illuminating the room.

Basing it on my body I looked around about 13 years of age, and a boy. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair with blonde highlight streaks through his hair. His body was lanky with more bone than flesh...and I could hear a conversation between me and the little boy he had an acce-.

IT'S NEWT! It all clicked no wonder he looked familiar. I merged closer and could hear the voices resonant against the air...or was it even air?

Y/N as little girl POV/

"Isaac please don't leave me alone?" I cried clinging on to his jacket as he held me close to his chest. I sobbed in the nook of his neck, hoping maybe I could convince him to not leave me "I'm sorry maybe, this could help my family...your family", his voice laced with sadness in every word he spoke. No matter what I didn't let go he slowly retracted his hands away from my waist, so I could see his face...with him weeping in front of me "NO...don't go Isaac...please". My speech cracked at the end of the sentence not able to have strength anymore, sniffing and continuing to grip his shirt making the certain parts I held in my palms crumpled "I'm doing this for you...", I couldn't take it anymore standing here in one spot, feeling useless. It would be a day till he goes inside the maze. I wanted to go with him, but they forbid me to go, forcing me to stay and watch over the maze take care of them over technology. It's not the same then being in someone's arms, holding them tightly. "If you were doing something for me, you would stay here with me...", I wrapped my arms around his neck. He couldn't bear to look in my eyes, so I put both of my hands around his neck leaning to connect our foreheads lightly. I felt his breathing unsteady against my mouth every time he exhaled. I leaned in closer until our lips touched, kissing him lightly but still with love and sadness tuned in with it.

He held me tighter kissing back with more passion and dominance, like he wanted this more than ever. I truly knew how he felt, I've always wanted to kiss him ever since I met him. My hands tangled through his dirty blonde fluffy hair, clamping it with my hands as our mouths glided across each other in sync. My head bobbing up and down to get to his height every so often. We both collapsed on the floor, while he was under me, and I held him close still kissing him. I pulled back gaining my strength back, huffing and puffing "I...want you...to stay...please stay", he breathed out as our faces were still inches apart "I'm sorry Y/N, I can't". I huffed, smashing my lips on his knowing that this would be the last time I would ever feel his soft lips again. Our kisses were more the just a kiss, it was made love, sadness, and passionate love. I gripped his t-shirt as we still laid on the floor not worrying about a thing in the world...

Y/N's POV

Staring at myself felt like I remember that day, feeling like I was there in that moment. I felt as if I remember the feeling of his lips. His soft passionate kisses that were to die for. Nothing could compare to his love for me...

I could feel myself coming out of the darkness entering reality...

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