Remember for the Both of Us [COMPLETED]

10: Apologies

A few days later, I sat in the shade, staring at my arm. The tattoo... as impossible as it seemed, it changed. Whereas two days ago it said 15 days, now it said 13.

And life was continuing as "normal," I suppose.

Someone coughed lightly and I looked up to see Newt, looking highly uncomfortable.

I scrambled to my feet. "Newt," I said coldly. If I had to talk to him, I'd make sure that he knew I didn't want to. "I thought you should know... the tattoo changes somehow. Like a countdown." I showed him my arm.

He swore, rubbing his face with his hand again, the way he did when he was stressed. "Look, Hope," he said. "I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. I know it's not your fault really for freaking out. Thomas did the same thing the first time Teresa talked to him, except he actually went out in the Maze. I just... I guess I was stressed out. And I didn't want you to get hurt." I looked at him suddenly, and he added on hastily, "We've lost so many people here, and recently. I couldn't stand for another Glader to get hurt."

I chose to ignore the pink flush in his cheeks.

He sighed and leaned against a tree. "Alright. I guess I'll have to call a meeting and tell them all what's up."