𝓢𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓯𝔂 》✮ TMR, Newt

080 - Realisation

CHAPTER 80
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After that dinner, I decided to for a walk.

I want to clear my thoughts. There are missing gaps I haven't fulfilled. There are mysteries I haven't solved. Secrets I haven't unraveled.

And I want to do it right now.

I am walking around the Right Arm and I see Sonya. I can't help but stare at her.

Her hair is in a messy braid with strands of hair sticking out in her face. Despite all that, she is beautiful and familiar.

What if she is Newt's brother?

They look alike. They look the same. Same hair color, and eyes-

Same magnificent brown color. Shining in the sun.

They have to be siblings.

Maybe her name isn't Lizzie, but we have no memories of our past life.

What if her name was Lizzie and she changed it? Or whatever explanation is there?

But there must be proof.

And I have to find it, today here and now.

I had two options.

Option number one is to search in Sonya's tent. I know that is a violation of her privacy, but she must have something.

In their Glade, there must have been something.

Besides every Maze was different.

Same purpose different game.

I walk around the tents. I could have sworn that I knew where her tent was. I have seen her, Aris and Harriet walk there.

Maybe each one of us has a small tent but they wanted to stay together. I remember that.

I try to keep my pace as normal as possible. I can't go fast. If I go fast people will suspect I'm onto something.

I inspect each of the tents, to find the right one. I can't sneak on every single one until I find the one that belongs to her.

But I can't seem to remember which one is it. The tents are next to each other and they are identical. Sometimes I wonder how I don't get confused with which one is actually mine.

Four tents forward, to your left-she says. The voice says.

Really? I mentally sigh. What is it now?

Hey! She snaps. I'm trying to help you. So cooperate if you want to find what you want.

I actually sigh. If she can help me, maybe I should benefit from whatever instructions she has to give me.

I do exactly as she says.

I count the four tents I pass, and I slow down.

I inspect everywhere around me and within a second I'm inside her tent standing next to her bed.

There must be somewhere she keeps her stuff.

I see bags lying on the floor. Three bags. One of them is tidied, another is slightly messy and the last one is pretty messy.

I can only guess the first one is Sonya's-the one in looking for. She seems like an organized person. Maybe if she and Newt are siblings they have that in common.

Despite all that, I want this bag to be Sonya's. I don't want to look through the bags of Harriet or Aris'.

But something inside me fights any feeling of guilt. I grab the bag and look through it.