Lost without you × Newt × A Maze Runner fanfiction

Chapter 34

Minho and I went to the map room. He showed me the patterns, and explained me a few things I had to know about the maze.
Tommorow we would go back to the dead Griever, to see what we would find there. Minho would convince more people to come with us, because most of the runners had quit because two people were stung in daylight, when I was unconcious.
We needed more people because we might have to pull the Grievers body out, and we could use as much strength as possible.

We went to have dinner at Frypan's, and I realized I was really hungry.
It had been an intensive day, my first day as a runner. I was satisfied with myself, I'd shown them they chosen the right thing by making me a runner.

I sat at a table with Minho, Newt, Thomas, Teresa and Chuck. My friends. I talked a lot with Teresa that evening, she was a really nice girl. I knew she was my friend, but she didn't seem to remember me. I wanted to ask her, but I couldn't ask with the others around. Well, I probably could because the only two persons who didn't know I remembered stuff were Minho and Chuck. Even though I trusted them, I didn't think it was wise to bring it up. Others might hear and go crazy.

After dinner, I walked through the Glade with Newt. We talked for a while, about what we would do if we found a way out of this place. Planning our future. We would live together, in our own house, maybe even have children. The thought of that made me really happy. I would be with Newt forever.

We sat down on the grass and didn't speak for a while.
Out of the sudden, Newt spoke. 'I wish I remembered.'

'What...?'

'Us. Before we came here. You said we were together before the maze and I've thought about it and I wish I remembered it, too.'

'I don't know... Getting you ripped out of my arms isn't really my favourite memory of us. Seeing you kill yourself isn't either. I could feel the pain I had when I saw it. I still can. It hurt me more then cutting my wrist open. Much more.'

'I'm sorry, you're right. I just hate not remembering.' He took my wrist and stroked my scar. 'I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry you tried to kill yourself because of me.'
I looked up to see his face and I saw his eyes were wet.

'Hey, it's okay. I just love you so much I can't live without you. But we're both okay now. We're together again... Alive.'

'Yeah.' He gave me a kiss on my head. 'Good that.'

'You know what I was afraid of? That after you had your memories removed, you wouldn't like me in the Glade. But you do, so all is well.'

'I could never not like you. I bloody love you to much. I knew that from the moment I saw you, I don't think the creators can take that kind of feelings away.'

'I love you.' I answered, while I thought about what he'd just said. Maybe he was right, I've always felt really attracted to Newt. Like, the moment I saw him for the first time, in the box, I knew I liked this guy. Loved this guy, even. I just was so buzzy with the whole situation of not remembering anything.

'I love you too.'
Newt wrapped his arm around me and I laid my head down. I felt so tired, so I closed my eyes. I almost immediatly dozed of, I felt so save in his arms. After what felt like a long time I heared Newt's voice. 'Come on, Rosalie, let's go to our bed.' Our bed. I loved the sound of that. I nodded and Newt helped me stand up. We walked to Newt's bed room.

I put my clothes off.
'Did I ever tell you you look amazing?' Newt said, glancing at me.
I chuckled. 'No...' He did tell me before, but I loved it when he said it.
'You look amazing. You are amazing. Sometimes I wonder why you are with me. I mean, there are so many boy's here, you could have picked anyone.'
'Because you're the most wonderful person I've ever met. It was never a choice.'

He smiled and looked at the ground. He put his shirt and pants of.
I looked at his body.  His muscles were perfect. 'You look amazing, too, by the way.'

I laid down on the left side of the bed, that was my side, I always lay on the left side when I slept in Newt's bed. I lay on my left side so I faced Newt
Newt laid down next to me, on his side, too.
'I'm so proud of you.' He said.

'It was pure luck, I saw an oppertunity and I went for it.' I answered.

'I don't care. You're the first person who killed a Griever. Like, ever. And killing a Griever isn't the only thing you've done. You saved Chuck and Minho.'

I smiled 'I'm not a hero or anything.'

'But you are.'

'I'm a hero when I find a way out of this place.'

Newt chuckled and said 'Okay. But you're still a hero to me.'

I yawned and felt so tired right now. 'Are you tired?' He asked. He put the blanket over me and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

'Yeah.' I nodded, and moved closer to Newt. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a small kiss on my lips. 'Good night, Rosie.'

'Good night, hun...' I fell asleep, in the middle of the sentence. I was happy, with Newt, with how the day had gone...