Just like the Griever's Hole, the dead men hung by hooks, the Rat Man, the Cranks and the brick walls, Minho had hopes that Frankie's death was just another illusion. As much as he tried to distance himself from disappointment, this was one thing he...
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IT TOOK FRANKIE another few minutes to collect herself.
Thomas' operation was probably done by then, but she said it anyway.
"What Thomas is going through— It hurts, very much."
Newt chuckled dryly, "Yeah. I can only imagine. The way he bloody shrieked—"
"I— I went through that." Frankie admitted, looking down onto her feet, "I shot myself."
Newt couldn't pretend like he hadn't heard of that before, but hearing the news from her herself was still surprising anyway.
"Frankie..."
"It's why I stay with Jorge. I owe him my life," her hand shot up to cover her nape due to anxiousness. By the time she realized what she had done, it was too late, and Newt had asked, "What's your tattoo?"
"I'm— It's not good," Frankie's small smile faltered, "What's yours?"
"I'm the Glue. Thomas said I keep the group together," Newt admitted sheepishly, "Frank, you can tell me yours."
He glanced at her nape and saw something... Pink, messy, scrawl-like. What the bloody hell was that?
Newt reached out to take her hand and slowly unravel the ugly scars hidden underneath.
"What... What the bloody hell did you do?"
"I scratched it. Bad. It was a hard time for me, Newt; After you—"
She halted. And Newt knew that the story of her revival was there, right there, on the tip of her tongue.
He remembered what Jorge said: "She went through a whole lot."
His heart beat faster with every rolling seconds. He didn't know if it was due to anticipation, eagerness, or fear about what he would learn.
One thing he did know was he wanted to know. He wanted to understand.
Newt reached out to Frankie's trembling hand and gave it a soft, reassuring squeeze.
"Whenever you're ready, okay?"
And, after days of reluctant push and pull, everything was spilled. At last.
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"NO! MINHO! MINHO!"
She couldn't believe it.
She just... couldn't believe it.
She went to sleep with their kiss stamped onto her mind, and now... She was out here, alone, in the shucking Maze. Hands banging against the stone wall. Throat parched.
