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𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 my bed with a somber expression that I could never fathom. She was biting her nails and bouncing her leg, her mannerisms whenever she's anxious. I came in and her head quickly looked at my direction. She smiled at me but it didn't reach her eyes. It's not even a warm or genuine one, it was an attempt to reassure me and herself.
"You look like a legit guard. Oh officer, we're colleagues now!" she joked but I ignored it.
"You okay?"
Her forehead creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"You're anxious. This plan is bothering you."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's not."
I shook my head and walked in front of her. I put my fingers on her chin and made her look at me. Her (e/c) eyes were full of worry and the lines and bags in her face became more visible. She's stressed.
"You can tell me anything. You know I can read you like I am reading a letter," I chuckled.
She rolled her eyes again and sighed. "I-I'm just thinking about what will gonna happen. What if we'll be busted before we could even enter the building? What if they'll caught you? What if something will went wrong? What if we'll run out of time? I-I cannot afford failing twice in a day especially this. I cannot let this plan fail. This is my only key to having you again."
I totally understood her worry. Those what ifs are running inside my head, too, but I can't let her know that. Between the both of us, I need to be strong. With this virus rooting in my entirety, I need to be strong.
"Hey, it's gonna be alright, okay? The plan will go smoothly and if—only if—something wrong will happen, it is not your fault, okay? Not every mistake is your fault. And we're not gonna let this fail again. We're going to rescue Minho and live faraway from this shucking city. No any room for failure here. Not on my watch."
She nodded her head and smiled. Bloody Glade, her smiles never failed to revive the blooming flowers inside my chest. Despite of the filth living inside me, they remained to bloom wonderfully. Maybe this is how love works. It makes you feel better even though everything around you is falling apart. Maybe love is an anchor. I am a ship and she is my anchor. She made me feel that I am still who I am. She made me still. She made me remember things.
I moved closer and pressed a kiss on her forehead. Her breath fluttered against me and I found her leaning in. She looked straight in my eyes, and closed the gap between us. It was only a simple kiss but enough to revive my dying heart. We broke away and she caressed my face, her thumb drawing circles on my cheeks.
"Tell me what's going on inside your head."
"Well," I sighed and sat beside her. "I'm actually thinking about who I was before the Maze. Wondering if you have any idea about me, actually."
She became silent and pursed her lips, her eyes and forehead crinkling as if she's in deep thought. I found it cute when she does that.
She scratched her head and sighed. "I can't remember anything about you or with the other guys. I could easily recall Thomas, Teresa, and Aris, but you, it's like you never existed in my head before the Maze."
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Hayran Kurgu(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
