BRODIE FANFICS

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She held the boy's hand in the small room. "I can't feel myself anymore," he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. The girl looked at him sadly, " I want to help you, Newt."

"Well you can't !" He swatted her hand away, almost too hard. She pursed her lips. "I'm dying, I just know it." 

She hestitated ," I've got a cure."

"You're lying," his voice cracked.

"So what if I am ?" She stood up, tugging him along.

She led him to the library, the only place where he'd calm down. A smile crept up his face. "You know me so well," it was barely a whisper, but it was good enough for her to know, that a tiny difference was made.

"I've been reading," he sat down, taking a book out. The smile dropped from his face as he asked, "Would I see you again ?" 

"After the the trails ?" She asked.

He nodded meekly. Looking down, the girl tucked the annoying strand of hair to the back of her ear. "Perhaps, they'd put us in two seperate experiments. I've heard rumours," she was smart enough to change the topic.

Newt looked at her attentively. "Teresa says that we've going to be trapped somewhere, well, that's the basic idea Thomas has."

"I hate wicked," Newt told her. She looked up between her lashes. He secretly wondered how many times she did that to get what she want.

"I'll meet you again, in your next life, as a lover, or perhaps after they've found a cure," the girl shared her hypotosis. Her head was bowed and Newt couldn't see her expression. The girl on the other hand, was in tears.

A/N: Newt should be around two years younger in this story ? I just had sad thoughts because I'm listening to Sam Smith haha.

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