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4: Memories*~•

NEWTS POV:

"Please don't seperate them Janson, they're best friends" A woman says to a man, who seems to ignore her and types in files. "Janson?" The woman tries again. "Alright, put them in the same maze" the man scoffs.

"Goodbye" Thomas says, giving Newt one last kiss, before...Newt is crying on Thomases shoulder, feeling like the feeling won't stop." I love you, don't forget that, i will love you forever and ever and ever." Thomas smiles at Newt,who was still sobbing on his shoulder.

Newt shoots himself out of bed. This was too much he thought. He will never go to sleep again, ever. He takes a walk to the grass near their beds and sits there, watching the stars. He wonders how they would look outside of the maze. When they escape,they are still going to look at the same sky.

"Oi Newt, what are you, a klunking vampire?" A figure asks. Minho. " nice to see you too" Newt says, gesturing Minho to sit next to him. "How was the talk with Thomas?" He asks, grinning. "It was... well it was great actually... really." Newt explains. "Aww we have lovebirds." The asian boy says in a girl tone. Newt rolls his eyes as a response, not feeling like fighting back. "Minho... i think me and Tommy were... a thing before the maze, if you know what I mean." The blonde blurts out. He could tell Minho everything, he liked that about him, the boys really knew everything about eachother. "But how can you remember that?" Minho asks, confused.

"I had a weird dream, a mixture of memories... no actually i think it was all memories." Newts says, gazing at the stars."what? Newt, how can that be possible? They wiped our memories!" Minho says.

"I dunno." Newt replies after some minutes of silence. The stars were truly amaizing. He loved to watch them, to imagine what life would be like out there. He fantasised of how life would be on another planet. How it would be the total opposite. He liked drifting away from reality and going into a world of his own. He really did.
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"Tommy?" Newt asks in confusion, the nickname rolls off his tongue, like he'd been calling him that forever and he hopes that Thomas will brush it off. "Don't sweat Newt, yes it's me i need to talk to you." Tommy says, as he pulls hik up, taking a seat on his bed, with Newt next to him. "Aoght. So?" Newt asks staring into Thomases chocolate eyes, which were filled with empathy and slight discomfort "Newt, did you have any dream last night?" Thomas asks, he looks like he has been preparing for this question. "Yes actually, a really weird one" Newt explains. " i don't want to make you uncomfortable, i just wanna ask if you think the same." Thomas starts. "I think we were...a thing before the maze." He says at last. "Me too , but I don't know if the dream was real, I don't know if any of it was real." Newt says, secretly hoping, wishing, and praying that it was.

"We can't trust dreams Thomas, what if it's just someone out there that's manipulating us into believing it?" Newts voice goes barely above a whisper, looking down to his hands and picking the skin off his fingers as he did so.

"I..." Newt could feel the tension building up between them, and the powerless words Thomas was desperately searching for. In defeat Thomas sighs and stands up from Newts hammock.

"Sorry."

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(A/N) MMMMM!!! I'm on fire today