Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Newt was on his hands and knees, gazing over the edge of the cliff. His arm was still outstretched, but no one had grabbed it.

He couldn't believe his own eyes. He had watched Charlotte die.

The boy felt numb. He felt empty, void of emotion. All he did was stare into the nothingness of where the girl he loved once was. He couldn't move. He couldn't hear anything. His mind was silent, everything was out of focus.

Minho was dragging Newt to his feet. He didn't notice at first, but then he saw the exit to the maze.

Then, all of his emotions came at once.

"Charlotte!" He cried and scrambled back to the edge of where she got dragged down. His best friend quickly grabbed him and yanked him back.

"Dude, she's gone." Minho said solemnly, but urgently. He was once again trying to drag him to the exit of the maze. "Charlotte!" He yelled again, trying to somehow reach out and grab her with his hands, but all he got was dusty air.

A tear cut through his dirt grimed face. Then another. And another. A sob rose in his throat as he gave up and slumped against Minho.

The girl he had loved was gone. The person he cared about most was gone. One of the few people who cared for him was gone.

It didn't feel like his heart was breaking. It felt like someone ripped his heart from his body and stomped on it numerous times, then chucked it off the cliff. No, that wasn't painful enough, it felt even worse.

Newt didn't even bother to listen to the commotion around him, his thoughts were still strictly on Charlotte.

I couldn't protect her, I lost her because I wasn't watching over her. This is all my fault. She's dead because of me. It's my fault.

Even more sobs pulled and yanked at him, he felt an immense pain kindle in his heart. This was all too real, and all happening at once.

The broken boy got dragged into a tunnel by Minho, who was screaming out numbers to someone. But he didn't care. All he cared about was getting her back. He wanted to hold her one last time, kiss her, tell her just how much she means to him.

I didn't nearly say enough to her.

"Hey!" Minho yelled, then slammed him up against cool metal. Wait, metal? He took a look at his surroundings. The two boys were in a long hallway that was well lit, and over them was a sign that spelt EXIT. Had they escaped?

"Newt, you need to listen to me, man. You need to get your head back in the game, we're free. The gladers need your help, I need your help."

Newt slowly moved his eyes to his friends'. Tears laced through his nearly black ones, and his whole body was shaking.

"I know it's hard man, but she's gone. And there's nothing we can do about it."

Newt wanted to feel like Minho was there for him and could understand his pain, but he just couldn't. I just lost the love of my life, and I didn't even get to tell her.

Another tear snaked its way down his face as he looked at Minho. The boy pulled him into a tight hug and patted his back. He didn't feel safe because it's not Charlotte.

Minho then made Newt walk down the hallway. Their footsteps bounced off the metal walls as they ran to catch up with the others. They met them in a big room and in the middle of what seemed to be a movie.

There was an old, pale blonde woman on the screen. Commotion was all about her. Guards were shooting at glass and people were dropping like dominoes in the background. Then she held a gun up to her head, which made Newt's lips part.