Love in the Maze (Newt x Reader)

9. Too slow and too late

Throughout the night, Y/N had been having more and more flashbacks that horrify her awake for the rest of the night. They are full of torturing the boys to remove their memories with a machine. The memories were also filled with other, unfamiliar faces that keep telling her the phrase she has been hearing from the start: "Wicked is good". Y/N would wake up every night sweaty and breathing heavily, as if she had just ran the whole maze. She would sit in her hammock for an hour or two before falling back asleep, wondering about the flashbacks, about the whole situation they were in, and she wondered if they would ever find a way out. The E/C eyed girl would then try to sleep, only resulting in more wondering. But every morning, she got up and ran the shuckin' maze. Her and Newt would run at least 7-8hrs a day, basically non-stop, trying to find an exit. But always came home with the same result, nothing. But Y/N knew there was something off about the Cliff, it didn't seem real but how could it not? It looked pretty real to her, and every other Runner that came along. Regardless, two more weeks went by for the Gladers, now completing another month. Yesterday the Greenie was sent up, his name was Armie (Neil Armstrong) and after the tour, he decided that he wanted to be a builder. Y/N was glad she was no longer the Greenie, but that didn't mean she went by unnoticed. But the Gladers were alright, they were fine doing their daily jobs and helping out. Newt and
Y/N's relationship was getting closer, but not to that extent. They knew something was there, everyone did! But...something just got in the way, but they didn't know what. So everything was normal, but one day changed all that.

~Reality~

"Come on, Love. Time to go", Newt shook Y/N's shoulder lightly, effectively waking her up. The tired girl woke up to see the amazing boy she had come to adore before her eyes. She smiled in a daze, still exhausted from the day before and all the flashbacks that keep her up constantly. "Morning to you too, Newt", the boy in question chuckled as he tied up his laces on his joggers. Y/N swung her legs over the edge and copied his moves, tying up the laces tightly and standing up to walk with Newt to breakfast. "Sleep well this time?", Newt asked as they strolled towards Fry's kitchen, already smelling that succulent bacon.
"No, not this time", was her reply as she walked, staring down at her feet. Newt was well aware of Y/N's sleeping problems, she had told him one night when he caught her crying after having one. She explained to the tall blonde about how she feels pain every time she watches them in pain, and that she feels even worse that she just allowed it to happen.

Newt had just stayed silent and listened to her, soaking up every word. After the
H/C haired Runner stopped explaining, Newt had just hugged her until she had fallen asleep in his protective arms. 'I will do what I can to help you, Love. I promise...', the boy had sworn as he placed a gentle kiss to her hairline, then placing her in her hammock as softly as he could. But every morning afterwards, he would wake up and ask the same question, always receiving the same answer as per usual. Newt would berate himself for not waking up to comfort her, to lull her back to sleep so that she could run straight the next morning.

Lately, the poor girl had been swaying as they ran through the endless, ivy corridors. And then he would notice her nearly falling asleep while eating lunch. It's like the shank Creators want her to suffer, want her to die from pure exhaustion.

Newt just stopped, stopping Y/N as well, and sighed with his head down. "I wish I could do something to help..."
"But you are!", Newt's head shot up at this, looking into Y/N's deep, E/C eyes. "You help release my frustrations and anxiety through your kind words and expressions. You help me wake up happily every morning with that smile of yours. And when I stare into your eyes... Your deep, brown, wonderful eyes! You give me hope". She had no idea why she said it, the words just felt like a flowing river, through her voice and out through her mouth. The past few weeks had brought their relationship closer, and she needed to get that off her chest.