Night Visions (TMR) (Newtmas)

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It feels sweet. Though he has been working for hours today and his lips are all chapped and dry, they are soft and tender against my cheek. I love it when he does that. There are many people that kiss in the lips, but only so many that do so on the cheek or on the forehead. It feels truer.

"I swear that I'll try to..., no, that I'll get you out of there," he tells me, caressing the side of my face as he pulls backwards a lock of hair. "Don't give up, Newt. Don't give up for me. I'll be watching you from here, and I'll protect you from any harm, but you have to promise that you won't give up. Because I won't be able to keep you from that."

I nod, sad at the reminder that this is our goodbye. Tommy has told me that my memories will be wiped, so I won't remember this at all. But maybe if I promise it, if I try my best at remembering his words and my oath, it'll survive. I have to hide it in a corner of my brain to which bloody W.I.C.K.E.D. has no access, and keep it safe.

His hands touch my wrist, and I feel something cold clinging around it. When I look down, I see a goldish shine on my pale skin: it's a bracelet. From a diminute, wide plaque depart countless small balls in a chain that closes the jewel around my wrist and keeps it from falling. The small sheet of metal has something carved on it: I take a closer look, and realise that it's Thomas' access plaque, the one he has been using all this time to sneak into this room and visit me.

This is the last thing Tommy will give me before I'm sent there. I must fight to protect it. I must be ready to give everything I have to save it from oblivion. I don't care if I have to die, or bring down some of these bloody people with me. But I'm going to protect this bracelet. I'm going to protect us.

When Newt woke up, he realised that he must have fallen asleep looking into Thomas' eyes, because he had dreamt of a vision. It was crystal clear in his memory, unlike his regular dreams. He raised his right arm, rubbing his eyes with the left hand, and noticed something he hadn't seen before.

A golden bracelet. A bit rubbed and covered in dirt, but still shiny.

Taking a closer look, he realised that it had Thomas' name and a long series of dots and bars carved on. The code of access. The vision was real, then. They all were.

He felt bad for never noticing it before. How could you wear such a thing without being aware? He started to clean it with his thumb, dusting it off. After a few seconds, he took his sheets and rubbed the bracelet with them, hoping that it would accelerate the cleaning proccess.

He jumped to his feet, and peered through the window. The sun was already up—how come he had woken up that late?—, so Thomas and Minho must have entered the Maze already.

Thomas.

What a boy.

Newt felt a nervous tickle in his stomach as he remembered last night. He felt ashamed, at first, for having acted like such a girl—telling Tommy about his attempt of suicide, all the hugging and the kiss thing—, but he couldn't stop an unexpected, warm happiness that took over soon. He felt better than he had in ages, and all thanks to that shank. A shank that must have carried him to his bed, because he didn't remember entering the Homestead and making his way to his bedroom. Yet another point in his favour.

He smiled, resting his chin on his arms and these on the windowframe, feeling the pebbly texture of the rock and the warmth of the sunlight in his skin. Have a nice day, he thought. Only then he remembered that he had a packed day, as well. The Gladers seemed to have agreed on messing around as much as possible lately. Edit: have a better day than mine.