Newt just laid in the ground. Not only was he too weak to stand up, but he saw no point in it.
All these emotions began to show themselves again. Newt, once again, felt sad.
Just sad.
There was no better way to describe it than sad.
His old ideas started to reappear. The idea of death began to become his only escape. Thomas was gone, and it was all Newt's fault.
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The Bloody Walls
FanfictionWe all know how Newt got his limp. But do we know what happened after? How Alby and Minho reacted. How they kept it a secret from the rest of the Gladers. And how Newt kept quiet, slowly dying inside.
