(Your POV)
Watching the person you cared for so much thrown into the box tore you apart. He wasn't going to remember you, know anything but his name, and you can't even speak to him. Shot. Shot. Shot. That was like three bullets to the heart.
As Janson moved his body into the box, you see his arm. Lex. You just think to yourself, "We will get through it."
(Newt's POV)
Where am I? What the bloody hell is going on? Who am I? As a figure lends me a hand, I remember, Newt. My name is Newt. I look down and see something carved in my arm. Lex. I just smile and think "I have something to hold on to"
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Sorry this was short, but I thought it was cute. I think you've noticed, but I love Newt. If you want I might take a few requests. ;) <3
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Maze Runner Prefrences
FanficJust some preferences and imagines. I loved reading them, so I thought I'd write my own.
