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"I'm so sorry," I whispered, touching the cold pane that was seperating me from him. They were about to perform the surgery that would make him forget everything.
On the one hand, it would make him forget all the torture, he had been through at WICKED... but on the other hand he would forget about me and his life before the Flare.
Maybe it was a good thing. It would descrease the risk of me getting caught. If they caught me, I'd lose my job.
One of WICKED's most important rules was: No relationships with any of the subjects.
But I had fallen in love.
With subject A5.
With Newt.