Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences// Under Editing

Newt Imagine for Marie

Newt Imagine. Spoiler Alert. After Death Cure.
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I walk down the path, angrily. My search for Thomas continues. I tried my luck with all of the other alive Gladers. None of them know what happened to Newt. I've been trying to find out where he is for months.

I see him up ahead and break out into a sprint. I ignore all of the cracks in the pavement so I don't fall on my face. "Thomas!" I shout at him. He turns around to face me.

When I catch up to him, I'm out of breath. I don't know exactly how long it took for me to regain my breath but he waits for me to get it back. "Yes, Marie?"

"I was told, by Minho, that you were the last person here to see Newt." His eyes widen and I see something change in his facial expressions.

"I was." His voice was quieter this time than it was the last time he used it. He definitely knew something I didn't.

"Where is he now? I mean, I know that he isn't here because I haven't seen him. I know that he is out there."

"You're partially right." He nodded his head. "Though, he isn't out there either."

The thought never exactly crossed my mind as to what he meant. I never really knew what he would have meant.

"What do you mean, Tommy?" I ask, I haven't spoken to him in a long time.

"Don't call me that, only Newt calls me that." He snapped at me. "Called."

"Answer the question, Thomas." I demand, ignoring what he said after he snapped at me.

"He isn't here as in the Safe Haven, and he isn't out in the real world." His words were flowing slowly. "He's dead."

"W-what?"

"He isn't here as in he isn't in on Earth, he's in a better place."

"No.... He can't be." I shake my head in disbelief. I stagger backwards. This doesn't seem like reality to me anymore.

My whole world was tumbling down. "How... How did he die?" I choke out.

"A gun."

"Who shot him?"

The questions weren't going to stop coming from my mouth. I needed to know everything. I loved Newt with all my heart.

"I-I did."

My eyes widen considerably. "No. No." I keep repeating it. It starts to sink in. I walk over to him. "Don't you ever think about talking to me again."

I run off and head to my area. I throw my body onto my bed, crying.

It has occurred to me that every night my head lays on a pillow that I'm going to have to be strong and live without him.

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Days later, I'm visiting the gravestone I made for him. I sit down in front of it.

The tears stream down my face. "I know you wouldn't want me to be like this over your death.

"There are days that I wish I could delete you from my memory. I know I can't and there are days that I'm glad I can't. Cause the thought of you still can make me smile. I'm starting to get used to."

I live my life without him now. The thought of him still lingers in my mind, but I'm trying to move on. I know that it'll be a long time and that I'm really broken up about it. Either way, forgiving Thomas was the right thing to do.

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I hope you liked Marie. Sorry if it isn't the greatest quality and the longest.