𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄, newt vs. teresa

tdc → fourteen

the death cure
chapter fourteen

❛❛ save . . . thomas ❜❜

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The world felt empty for Poe. He never felt this lonely before, as if there was no one else in the world that mattered to him, as if there was no one and nothing else here in this world for him anymore.

It's a terrible feeling. To lose someone that was part of you, suddenly makes you feel that there was no one else to live for and you feel all alone.

Before Poe could finish this world, before he could slip away, before he goes after Newt. He had to do what Newt would've wanted. Save one of the people that meant to Newt.

How could Thomas be this dumb of going back and get himself into trouble again? Stupid, stupid, stupid as usual. Poe never understood how Newt can stand Thomas, he knew why he cared about him. Poe can't even stay in a room alone with Thomas for five minutes. Something about Thomas that annoyed him. Sometimes he feels this hint of hatred. It was always there, since the Glade, since Thomas arrived the Glade.

Now there's Poe too, going back, he must be stupid too. If Newt was here and Thomas had gone back, he leave after him and Poe would be begging him not to go.

Then I'm going where you're going, Poe would say anyways.

Whatever happens next, Poe will be ready. Somewhere in the other side, he was looking forward to it, wherever that is, is his safe haven and he knew he'll be waiting.

"Nick—" Poe began to murmur as he walked toward the WCKD building, the whole area was empty, not a single person in sight, every WCKD soldier had gone to battle against the army of Cranks, and the workers must've evacuated the building. "Winston . . . Alby . . . Chuck . . . Anton . . . Newt—"

It was something he says every night when he goes to sleep, like it was a prayer, as Newt did the same. He was the one that told him, back in the Scorch. It was that night he should've realized his feelings, or maybe it was that night in the Glade; when they both shared laughs for the first time. All of that seems so long ago.

He wanted to cry again, or maybe scream in anger instead. He felt tears burning behind his eyes, his throat building up again, he could've done all this differently, he should've tried harder, he felt he never did his best.

But he mustn't give up, not now at least.

He continued to say the names over and over as he walked toward the entrance of a building. As if the names were his only strength to keep going, and even to keep up his sanity. "Nick . . . Winston . . . Alby . . . Chuck . . . Anton . . . Newt" maybe they are his strength. Either he'll get killed, or lose himself to the Flare.