The Boy With the Blonde Hair

Why not?

A/N: The trailer up top is for the movie The Last Legion with Colin Firth and TBS. He is actually 16 while they were filming, but he looks 11! It's so amazing though.

I awoke in the Newt's loving arms. "Oh thank god! It was only a dream!" I sighed in relief. But something wasn't right.
"No, Grace. Thomas really is dead." I stepped back in shock. "No. No, I-I don't believe you. Stop. You're lying." I refused to accept it. How could I let this happen? All of last night's events came back at once. The tears, the grievers. I sat down hard with more tears. I thought I had cried out all of the sadness. I was extremely dehydrated.
Newt left to get me some water. Minho sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me. "Don't cry, Grace. You can be strong. We all gotta be strong. I miss him too." Minho was gulping down sobs as well.
He was always there for us, always kept us going. "We have to save him! I can't just let him die like that!" I sobbed more into Minho's shoulder, making the blue shirt dotted with splotches.
"We are going to do something for him. He may be dead, but we can at least avenge him. I can't let him die in vain." Minho was so emotional when it really mattered.
"So what are we going to do?" I said, throwing my hand up in frustration.
"We are going to gather up any Gladers who want to get the shuck outta here. Then we are leaving for good. Pack you stuff, you're coming right?" I nodded and got up. "Good. We'll need you strength." He left, probably to go tell others about the plan.
I waited for Newt to come back. He had a solemn look on his face. "minho tell you about the plan too?" He gulped, which I assume was a yes. "You going?" I asked.
"I don't care what happens to us. All I care about is if I'm with you.". I rolled my eyes. "Well, what if I said that I wasn't going?"
"You're not?" He asked, his face contorted with shock and pain. "Of course I am, idiot! God, I just want to leave this place." he sighed.
"Can I play you something on the guitar?" He pulled it onto his lap as I sipped the water. He began to play

When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up

It was beautiful. I hadn't realized that I was crying again. Just tears falling and falling endlessly. Then I locked away my pain and sadness toward the whole situation in a box in the back of my mind; a hard to reach place.
Newt stopped playing and singing because he probably noticed my tears. "We will be okay.". He gently kissed me on the cheek. I wish I could believe him.

A/N: not as emotional. can anyone guess the song? Yeah it's easy. what should their ship name be? Grewt or Nrace? I like Grewt.