Newt felt sick. Not a nauseous kind of sick that fevered him and rendered him useless for the day, but it was more of a feeling of dread that weighed on his mind making it impossible for him to feel well. Rain. It seemed like such a natural thing; he knew what it was called and he knew it was something that just happened. Yet in the three years he had been there, never once had it occurred. In fact he had completely forgotten about it until the small drops started to fall one by one until there was no mistaking the heavy rainfall.
Most of the days the Gladers fantasized about having something to cool them off as they worked. It was never slave labor, but it was definitely hard work (well now that Newt thought about it the Medjacks had it pretty easy). Now that they had received their wish they were all huddled under the shelter of the homestead like they would melt.
"They should be back by now." Thomas pointed out, "What happens if they don't make it?
They were all staring at the opening of the maze. The maze had not gotten so much attention in quite a while. It was a source of horror and amazement, and the Runners were their heroes who braved the dangerous terrain. But it was something that the Gladers had grown accustomed to. Something that was always there and was still quite dangerous, but they had ways to live their lives without worrying too much about it (Newt still was not sure how that was really possible).
"They're gonna make it." Newt reassured him, although he was quite worried. His worry stemmed from the fact that he knew exactly what would happen if they did not make it out.
"What happens if they don't?"
Newt's mind wandered momentarily. He thought about what he mostly thought about: Ellia. He knew it was just a dream, but it was like he could still remember every detail of his dream like it happened last week. He could remember every word she spoke and practically feel her skin on his. At the moment he was replaying the 'day' he had fallen and scraped up his arm pretty good. He and Minho had been late making it back to the Glade and she had stood there waiting for him.
"They're gonna make it."
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If There Is A Light
FanfictionHis whole being was not possessed by her, but at the moment his thoughts were. The number one thought was a personal goal: he would be the first one she spoke to. He would make sure of it. (Disclaimer: We don't own anything, but the OC... Also not g...
