Newt puts his arms around me holding me as close as he can. I rest my head on his chest and wrap one arm around his waist, the other playing with his hair.
"Can I ask you something love?" Newt asks me.
"You already did," I reply giggling.
"Seriously, y/n," Newt replies, somehow stern and caring at the same time.
"Only if I can ask you one too," I answer.
"How could you keep this a secret for so long?"
I had to think carefully about my answer. "I tried not to think about it, when I did I just had the urge to cut more. But I always rolled my sleeves over my wrists and made sure no one noticed I was missing. I couldn't tell anyone, you understand. It was my secret. But I'm glad you know now."
A tear slides down my cheek, when Newt notices he wipes it away with his thumb.
"What did you want to ask me love?"
"What was it like to be a runner?" I ask. I had always wondered about it, but never enough to want to be one.
"You want to be a runner?" Newt chokes out, sitting up.
"No I just always thought it sounded interesting. Why are you so worried?" I asked calming him enough that he lays back down.
"At first it was amazing, running until you couldn't anymore. But after about six months I saw a griever for the first time. It was horrifying. It had these long mechanical legs and dozens of sharp teeth. Not to mention a huge tail that could grab you and throw you hundreds of feet away. It looked like a giant, slimy spider. The griever started chasing me and I was running as fast as I could. It took me almost an hour to get away from it. By then I was lost and I barely made it back to the glade before the doors closed. After that running was less exhilarating. A few weeks later I turned a corner and saw my friend Will being torn apart by a griever. I waited until it ran off in the other direction and I dragged him back to the glade. He went through the changing, but he died. The day after we buried him I jumped off that bloody wall and I haven't been close to the maze since." Newt paused and looked at me. "Sorry I got worried, if you became a runner I don't know what I"d do."
"Don't worry I'm content being a medjack," I reply hugging him even closer.
Slowly he leans his head closer to mine, and then finally our lips meet. We kiss for awhile and afterwards we fall asleep wrapped in eachothers arms.
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Fanfiction(A TMR Imagine) Y/n (your name) is bullied by Gally. It gets so bad she becomes depressed and starts harming herself. Newt finds y/n hurting herself. tw: self-harm and mentions a previous suicide attempt (completed)
