Maybe we can be friends?

NO, PLEASE

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"No, I'm sure you haven't, maybe you just cut your leg," Rue tries to wager Newt's statement, but, she knew what he had said was true. "Rue, it's fine if I die, I want you to know that," The infected boy reassured her. "No, I cant......if I have to....no," Rue scrambled to make a sentence, tears starting to sting her eyes. She had known this boy for what? Three days and she already felt like she had known him for years. "Rue." Newt's voice came out as strained. "Kill me,".

Those were two words Rue never wanted to hear again, first her mother and now Newt, her only friend she had made in two years. "I can't, you know that," she sobbed, letting tears fall freely. "Please.......I wanna d-die," Newt couldn't seem to make a sentence without being pained. It's like a hurt bug, you step on it to put it out of its misery. Rue stood up and pulled her gun out of its holster. "Hey, maybe I'll meet you again, in a next life maybe," she said through tears, lining up the muzzle of the gun with Newt's forehead. "Yeah, maybe.......maybe we can be, like best friends," Newt whimpered brokenly. "Yeah, maybe we can be friends."
( See what I did there? *WHEEZE*)
Newt shut his eyes and gulped, accepting that this was his end. The happy memories he had made through his eighteen years of living flittered got the forefront of his mind, making a singular year roll down his cheek.

"Bye, best friend," he whispered and Rue pulled the trigger. A deafening boom was followed by a thump then silence. Rue sat down on the floor next to her dead friend and cried. She stood up and put on her satchel and wiped her cheeks before heading out of the door, into the unknown.