The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 17

I watched him as he walked away. I counted a second year roll down my cheek.

You're doing what's best for everyone, I tell myself.

I suck it up and stand up.

But you have to prove that to him.

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"So your telling me that all of this happened to you in some dream?" Chuck asks with the noise from the kitchen in the background.

"Yeah. But I guess it wasn't really a dream it was like some kind of photographic, telepathic message or something... I don't know. All I know is that I have to do as I was instructed or bad things are going to happen," I say and eat some of my toast.

"You better. I am not getting strangled to death. No way," Chuck says, trying to cheer me up.

And to my surprise it does, and I laugh a little. "But how am I going to convince him?" I say and point at Newt across the room.

"I don't know. Maybe he doesn't understand that more of our lives are on the line if-" he starts but as soon as he says "lives" a light bulb goes off in my head and I cut him off.

"Chuck! You're a shucking genius!" I yell and hug him.

Newt only thinks he will be killed. Not Chuck and Minho. If he understands that it's three lives to one, surely he'll know the right thing to do.

I was so happy I couldn't stand it! I was going to tell him now.

I got right up off my butt and marched across the room to him. I was finally going to make things right.

When I approached him, he acted like he couldn't even see me. I grabbed his arm and started dragging him.

He stumbled at first, but then got his feet under him. "Eve, what're you doing? Get off."

He couldn't shake me off though, my iron grip was not giving out. It reminded me of the day I remembered the song, and he was the one dragging.

Once we were outside I slowly let go, making sure he wouldn't just walk off.

We both just stand there for a minute, me looking at him and him looking at the ground. He looked like he'd rather be with a griever than with me. Probably would. I had to get his attention. And I could only think of one way to really do it.

"Okay, first of all," I place a hand under his chin and stand up on my tip-toes. I kiss him like it's the last person I'll ever kiss in my life. Maybe it will be, I think but quickly forget it. Otherwise it would take over my brain.

It's almost as if we were meant for each other. It's like our lips fit perfectly together like two puzzle pieces.

It was a risky move, but to my surprise, he's kissing me back. It's been at least 30 seconds and I can feel his smile. I break away and finally get his eyes on me.

"Listen, you can't be mad at me," I say, staring up at him with puppy eyes, "I won't be able to live with myself. You have to trust me. Your, Minho's, and Chuck's lives are being risked. And unless I follow through with this, you'll all be dead. And me too, probably. If you let me go, if you help me, you'll live. Chuck will live and Minho will live. And the chances of me living are good too. And who knows, once I'm there, I might be able to get the rest of you out. But you have to trust me."

I just stare at him, praying to God that he is convinced.

"I wish you weren't as bloody brave as you are," he say and engulfs me in a hug.

I giggle and say, "Me too."

A/N: Okay this chapter is short, but sweet right? I'm sorry that they're relationship has been kind of an emotional roller coaster lately, but it's finally settled so I hope you are satisfied. (I really hope that doesn't sound rude in any way/shape/or form because it wasn't intended to be) okay bye!

*sorry if I say "okay" a lot. DOUBLE BYE!