The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 31, A plea of death

|Did you see the sparks filled with hope? You are not alone. 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

|Flares, The Script

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Dawn's P.O.V.

Staying on my feet was suddenly an almost impossible task as I tried to calm my breathing. Images of Newt jumping of the wall in the Maze crossed my mind and I shook my head, crumbling the piece of paper in my hand as a tear rolled down my cheek. Taking another breath I opened my eyes, looking straight at Newt who was avoiding my gaze all together.

I'd always known he was in pain, haunted by everything that had happened to him. I'd always known there was an emptiness inside of him that could never be filled, he had even admitted that to me in the scorch.

And with this sickness growing inside of him, slowly eating away his mind, it wasn't more than logical that this was his last wish. If I truly were honest with myself, it barely even surprised me but it hurt. It felt like fire was scorching my heart, burning every vein in my body from the inside out.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I turned to look at Thomas who wore a worried frown on his face. I gave him a curt nod, making him turn back to face Newt. 'Why are you here? Why are you with them?' Thomas questioned.

Newt threw a glare over his shoulder at the Cranks who were still fighting over garbage before turning back towards us. 'It comes and goes, man. I can't explain it. Sometimes I can't control myself, barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, making me angry.'

'You seem fine right now,' I whispered, my voice shaking, just like my entire body at that point. I wished he would look at me, but he seemed to be avoiding my gaze at all costs.

'Yeah, well. The only reason I'm with these wackers from the Palace is because I don't know what else to do. They're fighting, but they're also a group. You find yourself alone, you don't have a bloody chance.'

Thomas took his hand off of my shoulder, clenching it at his sides. 'Newt, come with us this time, right now. We can take you somewhere safe, somewhere better to...'

But Newt interrupted his plea with a laugh. Nothing like the warm laugh he used to have. This one sounded twisted and dark and send shivers crawling down my spine.

'Get out of here, Tommy, get away. And take her with you.'

'Newt, Thomas is right, just come with us,' I begged, every vibe in my being desperate to safe him. Even though I already knew his last wish, it was written very clearly on the piece of paper currently crumbled in my fist. I already knew that no matter what we said, we couldn't change his mind, because that was who he was. So, why did I still try? The answer was simple really.

I loved him.

And there was nothing I wouldn't do to try and give him the life he deserved.

'Come with us,' Thomas tried again, 'I'll tie you up if that makes you feel better.'

I couldn't help but wince at those words and Newt didn't seem to like it that much either as his face suddenly hardened with anger. 'Just shut up you suck traitor! Didn't you read my note? You can't do one last, lousy thing for me? Gotta be the hero, like always? I hate you! I always hated you!'

Shaking my head I took a small step back. It was the virus talking, I repeated it in my head over and over but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't convince myself that there wasn't a single hint of the truth in his words.