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Minho
My heart races as Newt tumbles through the griever hole. "Newt!" I gasp, "Sam? Wh-what..?"
Newt looks down in shame, tears filling his brown eyes, "I-I thought she was behind me, s-she told me to run. I did, b-but when I looked behind me it was too l-late..." Newts voice cracks, tears flowing down his dirtied cheeks.
I hear Thomas gulp from behind me. I shake my head, "No! That... That, can't be true!" I stutter, a tear trickling down my cheek.
Newt looks away, sobbing loudly. Thomas turns around and engulfs Chuck in his arms, who was wailing. I fall to the floor, leaning against the wall and pulling my knees to my chest, crying silently.
"I'm sorry, l-l..." Newt cries, I interrupt him.
"It's not your fault Newt, she... she was helping you. Sam was so kind, loving..." I whisper, loud enough for Newt to hear. The remaining Gladers hang their heads in remembrance, some crying.
She smiled at me, "Thank you so much Minnie!"
I kiss her on the cheek, "No problem, babe." Sam reaches over me and plucks up a strawberry, popping it into her mouth. She sighs in content, laying down on the picnic blanket, staring up at the bright stars.
"What?" She giggles, blushing from under my gaze, "do I have something on my face."
"Yes." I smirk, "just your beauty." She blushes even harder.
"Y'know what's beautiful?" She asks, I nod, telling her to continue. "The stars."
"Yeah?" I whisper.
"Sometimes, I think that my mother is watching them too, from somewhere in the world. Well, if she isn't... y'know.." Her voice cracks at the end.
"I know, I miss my parents too." I engulf her in a hug. "Don't worry, I will protect you babe. I love you."
"I love you too, Minnie." She looks up at me, we start leaning in.
My thoughts are interrupted by a shriek of terror, bouncing off of the walls. I stand, "Enter the code Thomas!" I hiss, grasping onto my spear.
Thomas rushes over to the keyboard and slams in the code, Chuck by his side. I motion for the Gladers to point their spears at the griever hole. We make a formation, pushing Newt to the back.
