Thomas Sangster Imagines (requests open)

Newt's Death

Hey, guys! So I don't really recommend this to the ones who haven't read The Death Cure yet, so yeah, hope you still read my works even though I barely update. Thanks and Enjoy.

Y/n:

It was all set, travel to Chicago and find Gally and his group called 'The Right Arm'. Jorge was piloting the berg while Thomas and Brenda talked in the lobby along with Minho. While I was alone with Newt in a separate room.

The minute I found out he was not immune to the flare, I was beyond hurt. Since then, he's lost his calmness and was very mean. He would shove me purposely and say his meaningless 'Sorry' each time he does that.

I want the cure and I want it fast.

Newt was sitting on a couch, glaring at me. I was on the opposite side, sitting on a white, rectangular sofa. His glares shot holes through my head.

I looked him in the eye and said, "Newt" He snapped out of his rude glares and surprisingly listened to me. "What?!" He spat.

I stood up, sighing. "Why.."

"What?!" He asked, standing up. His voice clear with annoyance.

"Why aren't you.. Immune to the flare?" I whispered, fighting the tears that were flooding my eyes. I stared down at the surface of the berg.

He took a step or two forward. He seemed to be calm now, and so, I looked up at him. I assumed my eyes were now puffy red.

I blinked. The tears escaped my eyes. He looked at me with sympathy and pity. "I.. I don't know.." He responded, looking down.

With no warning, I ran towards him with tears running down my filthy cheeks. He was uninformed and so, was shocked. He didn't see that coming.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, crying onto his shirt endlessly. His heart beat was music to my ears. It was slow and steady.

I felt his lanky arms wrap around themselves around me, too. I was relieved that he was still there, that the flare hasn't taken him while yet, turning him into a crazy freak.

"Oh, Newt" I sobbed.
His hands rubbed my back, comforting me "Oh Love.. I hate to see you like this.. Especially when You're crying because of me.."

I sniffled. "Then hold on.. Stay with me..." I looked up, he had this I-don't-know look in his eyes.

I decided not to pressure him. And so, I got back to my seat.

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I lost him...

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I'm so sorry that sucked, I just didn't wanna do it.. It hurt me a lot, so yeah, If you had an Idea about the ending, vote and tell me in the comments about what you.. Understood.

Alright I have yo cry now, bye