We arrived at the barracks building. Because Group B had already moved on to the Scorch, there was no need to put the girls in a different room. They had hung a makeshift blanket on the last bunk bed to give us some privacy. My mind was racing.
I knew they'd terrorize us, starve us, and then eventually throw us out into the Scorch, where the few kids who weren't Immune would...
I needed a way out of here. They brought us pizza, and we fell upon it, devouring it. Smiles began to break through the grime and grief on people's face. It was hard to fight the hopeless feeling, knowing what was coming next. Newt's grin, pepperoni caught between his teeth, almost caused me to burst into tears. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you okay, Lynn?"
My name on his lips sent a jolt of adrenaline through me and I smiled weakly at him. "Just... so many people-"
He slid an arm around my waist and pulled me close briefly. "Yeah. I know. But we need to keep going, so they don't die in vain."
I closed my eyes, leaning in to him... "Get a room, shuckfaces!" guffawed Minho, spraying pizza grease all over Thomas, who yelped. "I see how it is!"
We pushed each other away, turning pink, eyes searching for anything to look at besides everyone's smug faces. A few minutes later, after the conversation had turned to other matters, Newt breathed in my ear again, "Though getting a room wouldn't be the worst thing..."
My eyes widened, and I turned even redder. From his smirk, I could tell my embarrassment was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted. It was strange to see him acting so freely, without the weight of grief. For the first time in ages, he looked truly happy.
"You know what?" I whispered back, standing up and pushing him away playfully.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I'll be right back."
I paused at the door, looking back at the golden light of the room. The smell of pizza wafted toward me, and the bright grin Newt sent me almost convinced me to stay. But with a quick smile towards them, I stepped into the darkness of the corridor.
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Remember for the Both of Us [COMPLETED]
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