A/N: Okay, so the song that Eve remembers is called The Only Exception. The video above is the song being sung/played by Paramore. Oh and do ya like the new cover?
I run and run and pick up speed. No hint of fatigue is expressed. Just pure joy. Nothing can stop me now.
I run along the wall, past the north door. I run my hand against the cold stone.
I hear a few quiet voices and rustling near the homestead.
New emotions of fear and anxiety of being caught rise up in me. Adrenaline starts pumping through my veins, consuming me.
But it only makes me run faster. I'm flying. I have to be a runner, I think to myself.
I start to run towards the grove to hide. I let out one more small laugh before closing my eyes and spreading my arms out like wings, one hand on the wall.
I lower one arm, refusing to remove my hand from the sensation of the cold stone against my skin. I slowly open my eyes.
I see a figure that I can't make out before plowing into it and knocking it down.
As soon as I make contact with the body, a big huff is let out.
Oh no, I think, I'm in trouble now.
I lift up my head and look at the face. Closed, squinted eyes and golden hair. Of course it's Newt. He's the only one that stays up too.
Thank God.
He slowly opens his eyes. They are big and brown. "What do you think your bloody doing, greenie?" he tries to contain his laughter and be serious. But fails.
"Just going for a run," I say after laughing in his face. When I realize I'm literally on top of him, I get up and help him up too.
"Any reasoning behind that?" he asks as I try to pull him up.
"If I don't do something fun for a long enough period of time, I'll go insane. I don't know how you've survived this long," I say, hands on my hips.
"Barely have," he says and disconnects our eye contact. Newt lowers his head to look at the ground.
"You know, we can change that," I say and grab his hand. As soon as our fingers touch, he immediately looks up at me.
I start jogging, dragging him along. I really have to tug to get him to move. Why is he so slow? I think to myself.
I look back at him and see that his foot movement makes his stride weird. I look down at his feet and see that he has a limp. He struggles to keep up.
"Are you... limping?" I ask. But before he can answer another worried question darts out of my mouth, "Am I hurting you?"
At first, he looked embarrassed, but now Newt is all smiles. I don't know why. I'm being serious, he's worrying me.
"I'm fine," he says and smiles at me. I let go of his hand and walk beside him.
"So what do you mean you're going to change things?" he asks me, eyebrows furrowed.
"Get this places going. Everyone just mopes around here like hopeless... klunk?" I question whether or not that word is right.
Newt laughs for a minute and asks, "Okay... and how do you plan on doing that?"
"I don't know, come up with something fun to do. But if you want to see the real affect, just um... give it a week," I say. I don't know if I want to tell him that I remembered the songs. I can't trust the leader's best friend with risky knowledge. But in a week some form of hope will come up in the box.
"What buggin' secrets are you keeping,
Ms. Eve?" Newt asks, turning towards me. He has a sneaky tone to his voice, but I think deep down he's worried.
"Ones that you can't know," I say. I want to tell him.
"Oh come on, who do I have to tell?" he asks and nudges my arm.
"Alby," I say in a more serious tone. If I'm going to tell him, he has to seriously promise not to say a word.
"I won't tell Alby. I won't tell anyone. If this bloody secret is going to make this place a bit more cheery, I promise I won't," he says.
I sigh before saying, "I remembered the song. The words. All of them."
Newt stops walking. Just stops as if he can't walk and think at the same time. I stop too and walk up beside him.
I look at him, waiting for his reaction. He doesn't take his eyes off the ground when he says, "Sing to me."
"What?" I ask in disbelief. How is he so calm?
"Sing to me. I want to hear it," he says, now looking at my face.
"Fine. But we need to get away. I don't want anyone to hear," I say. We are already close to the tree line of the grove. So I start walking into the woods, and Newt follows.
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I sit down with my legs crossed, and Newt sits down beside me the same way.
"Okay, I've never tried to sing it before so I don't know how this is going to sound," I say nervously.
"Just let it out," he says. I nod at him, and then concentrate on a tree to subside the agitation.
Then I just let it out, like he tells me.
"When I was younger I saw
my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to
re-
assem-
ble it.
And my momma swore that she would
never let her-
self forget.
That was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
if it does not exist.
But darling,
you are
the only exception.
You are
the only exception.
You are
the only exception.
You are the only exception."
I pause for a a moment because in my head, there is just music here. I notice Newt run his hands through his hair. But soon enough, it picks up again.
"Maybe I know
somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we've got to find other ways
to make it alone
or keep a straight face.
And I've always lived like this,
keeping a comfortable
distance.
Up until now I had sworn to myself
that I'm content
with loneliness.
'Cause none of it was ever worth the risk.
Well you are
the only exception.
You are
the only exception.
You are
the only exception.
You are the only exception."
A tear rolls down my cheek as I concentrate on the tree. I don't remember the memories associated with the song, but they must have been sad ones.
I turn to look at Newt, not sure what his reaction will be. But I see a boy gripping tightly to his hair with knees pulled up to his chin, rocking back and forth.
My calmness turns into fear, shock even. I quickly stand up and back away one step.
"Newt... are you okay?" I ask cautiously.
He doesn't answer. What's happening?
Then the rocking slows. His grip on his blonde hair loosens.
"Newt?" I ask one more time.
He looks up at me, tears sting his eyes. "Eve."
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The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)
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