𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

066 - Lights and lightning

CHAPTER 66
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A gunshot.

But this time nothing followed.

No one was telling him to stop. He was left behind with his life in his own hands.

This gunshot felt like a twisted stab in the stomach.

He killed himself in order not to become one of them. One of these uncontrolled, sick creatures. A Crank.

They stopped walking.

But I didn't.

It felt like that if I stopped, something would take me. A void will open out of nowhere and take me into a different world. A cruel one.

But how can it be more cruel than this?

I glanced at the mountains ahead of me.

My jaw clenched and my fists did too. I took a sharp breath and my back straightened. I refused to let a shiver go down my spine.

I kept on until the others continued walking too.

°•. ✰ .•°

It is finally nighttime.

This is my chance to sleep and relax my muscles. My chance to not walk and lie down.

But how could I sleep peacefully with everything going on?

How could I sleep thinking of the deaths?

All morning I've been thinking about many things.

We were silently walking through the Scorch. All of us kept our distance-at least five feet from one another.

This is how we mourned.

In silence where everyone was collecting their pieces of loss. To think about it alone. No council, no comfort.

From around forty Gladers we were now down to seven.

We had made a small fire-a bonfire-but we didn't call it that so we wouldn't get any further memories from the Glade.

But everything was drawing us back there.

"I'd never thought I'd say this but..". Fry looked at the small fire in front of us. "I miss the Glade". A tear rolled down his face.

I felt my heart break into pieces.

Fry was right.

We do miss the Glade.

In the Glade, all of us were together. We had each other. We were safe. The Runners were looking and the rest of us were working in the Glade.

No pain, no deaths.

Just happy times.

If someone could see me right now, they would see a stone breaking.

Because a tear rolled down my cheek too.

Newt-who was sitting next to me-pulled me into a hug. He rested my head on his chest and slowly drew circles in my hair. I didn't say anything to protest. I want this.

°•. ✰ .•°

The others have gone to sleep.

But Newt and I didn't.

The fire is still on and we are in the same position. My head is still on his chest and he's drawing circles in my hair.

I can hear his heavy breaths and his heartbeat. It goes fast and then slows down again.