"The Glade."
"I know that," I say, getting frustrated. "Why can't you tell me anything?"
"Because..." Newt says, looking up at me.
"Why can't you answer me, at least?" I say, looking up at him. His caramel eyes are so pretty. 'Oh my gosh! Why are these things popping into my head?!?' I think.
Newt reaches up and places his right hand softly on my cheek. "Your eyes are so blue." He says softly, leaning forward a bit.
"And your eyes are so pretty." I say under my breath. 'Why did I just say that out loud?!?'
"What?" Newt takes his hand away from my cheek and sits up straighter.
"Nothing." I say quickly.
"Did you just say my eyes were-"
I cut him off. "Nope."
"I swear I heard you say my eyes were-"
"Nope. You must've misheard me. I didn't say a word." And with that, I start to climb down the tree... Quickly. I hear Newt start to climb down the tree, too, but not as quickly as me.
I reach the bottom and start to run again. I'm not sure where I'm going, but I keep running. I hear Newt calling my name, but I just keep going. I don't want to have another conversation with him again if I'm going start saying things like that around him. I'll just keep them to myself.
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The Fallen
FanfictionShe wakes up in the Glade. She doesn't remember anything, just like everybody else who came up in the past. She meets Newt, and soon finds herself liking this mysterious boy. But then Thomas comes up, and she feels a connection to him. She finds out...
