Violation (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to The Original)

Epilogue

Epilogue: Isabella Armstrong

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Journal Entry: #1

I saw him. I saw him again.

He was just as beautiful as before: his hair still blonde, a bit longer though, shoulders still slightly hunched, but as strong as ever, eyes still as bright, the brown making me remember all of our times together once again. He was still beautiful, maybe a bit more broken, but still beautiful.

But then there came her.

I saw him, I saw him for the first time, and then I looked at his hands, and I saw another one accompanying it rather than my own. It was pale and freckled, interlaced with his slightly tanned ones. And then I saw her. Wendy Vincent. The one loved by everyone. The one everyone wanted to be friends with, the one everyone favored, the one that Newt loved first. She was holding his hand, her hair tied back in a braid and blood coating her shirt, just like Newt's. I saw her face, and it was like my world stopped. They were holding hands, and I saw them look at each other, and God, Newt smiled that beautiful and painful smile all over again and I fell in love more, but then I realized it was because of her. She was the cause of his smile. Her. Not me. Her.

Then his eyes flickered to mine, and the beautiful smile fell, and I raised a finger to my lips as his jaw hung open and his deep brown eyes widened. I knew from there on out that I was going to see him again. I was going to work around WICKED and find my way to him. I was going to see Newt again. I was.

Even if it meant spilling blood.

— Isabella Armstrong