Hope for Us (NEWT) [COMPLETED]

Ch 36 - Traitor

~Sara~

It was late, and almost everyone was asleep. Everyone except Newt and Sara, and probably a few others given that the night wasn't completely silent.

Newt led Sara into the deadheads with a torch in hand. He buried the stick to the ground, making sure the torch was sturdy enough to stay upright, then he bid Sara to take a seat on a large boulder while he sat right across from her on another one.

Sara looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Newt, what's wrong? You haven't said a word to me since I got back. Please, just talk to me."

Newt looked so disappointed that she was terrified to hear what he had to say. "Maybe you should do the talking. Looks like you've got a long time's worth of things to confess." He frowned at her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Oh no. No no no no.

He knew, and what was worse was that he found out before she could even confess to him, which she was planning to do tonight. 

He got ahead of her and knew something was up, because she could see the hurt in his eyes, and she saw every bit of trust he had for her shatter into a million pieces.

This was it for them; she knew it.

And she didn't even know how to begin. "Newt, I—"

"Let's begin with the letter, shall we?" He pulled it out of his pocket, and started waving it around in the air. "When did you write it?"

His tone was so abrupt that it sent her stuttering. "I... a long—a long time ago."

He leaned over to her, furrowing his eyebrows, and causing her to scoot back instinctively. "Why so nervous? I know it was you. Why do you think I made you write me that list?"

Although she had no right to be upset with him, it hurt to know that he used her to give herself away. She was an idiot for not having had thought about her telltale handwriting, but that was what she got for delaying the truth. And it was too late now.

And here she was, thinking he had asked her to write it just to be cute. And there was nothing she could say to explain herself now, so she didn't say a word.

She could almost hear her own heart break.

Newt passed shaky fingers through his hair, then extended his hands, batting them in the air at her. "Sara, you bloody talk to me! What are you hiding?" He stared at her intently, and she saw fear in his eyes, as if he were afraid of finding out.

Sara couldn't even look him in the eyes anymore. "I..." her eyes rapidly swelled with tears, "...I never lost my memories."

Newt huffed in utter astonishment, and his eyes grew wide. His gaze flickered to the ground in a daze, and he blinked rapidly as if to make sure that he wasn't dreaming; that he could wake up from a nightmare at any moment.

Sara took that as her opportunity to explain herself for once. "Newt, I was gonna tell you—"

But he held up a finger. "You've been lying... this whole time," he whispered in horror. "You weren't gonna tell me—not if I hadn't caught up with your lies first!" He stood up.

"I was terrified that you'd react like this," she whimpered.

He just kept shaking his head, and then he took a seat once again. "So you know everything. The Maze, the creators, what—how... How did you even get here? Everyone was right on that. Your arrival doesn't add up," he muttered with disgust.

No... not you too...

With a torn-up soul, she told him everything she knew Rebecca allowed her to tell him.