Run

Run

Run (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 930 words

Warnings: kissing (as usual), injury, blood, (once again struggling with this part)

Summary: you enter the maze to find your friend but you went as alone as you first thought

(Also, tysm to @creativepromptsforwriting, two of your prompts are in this piece, you saved me from my own pitifully few ideas)

it was the evening after he had got lost in the maze. you know, despite what the others said he’s still out there. you know your best friend wouldn’t leave you.

your eyes dart left and right, making sure the coast is clear before sprinting quietly towards one of the giant entrances.

you look back over your shoulder seeing nobody but Newt, sitting in the long grass, looking down at something in his hands that you can’t see.

slipping into the maze, you begin hurrying down a long corridor, you suppose is the best word for it. it had to have been almost 10 minutes when you notice the second pair of footsteps behind you.

you spin around, hair flying. the sandy haired boy, that now you came to think about, probably wasn’t as focused on whatever he was holding as you thought.

“why are you here” you stare accusingly at Newt.

“to stop you doing something stupid, why are you here?”

“you know perfectly well why I’m here”

he sighs, “y/n, he’s gone”

“You don’t know that”

“Nobody survives the night out there”

“Thomas, Minho and Alby did” you persist stubbornly

“That was different”

“Different in what w-“

your cut off before you can say anything more by Newt shushing you, looking around.

“don’t shush me, I know your just trying to get out of the conversation”

“y/n be quiet”

“why, I’m trying to ask you a question and your avoidin-“

Newt slaps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back against a wall, looking around the corner. a clicking sound is drawing nearer, and you look to see a horrible creature, crawling towards you.

this must be the grievers that the runners would often talk about. Newt pulls you around to face him again, the clicking getting ever louder.

“Listen to me” he breathes “you need to use a moment of distraction and run. run as far away as you can and try and find help”

“and what about you?”

“I’m going to be the distraction”

“Newt-“

he cuts you off yet again. “do you want to make it out of this shuck maze alive”. you nod and he gives you a small, gentle push.

he put your arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. “don’t die”. red flush creeps along his cheeks as he smiles. “I won’t”

you start sprinting away from Newt and the griever as he turns the corner to face it. you run, trying to remember the steps you took to get where you were.

finally you reach the glade, shouting at the top of your lungs. “HELP!” you scream until figures rush towards you.

“What’s going on” Minho reaches you, looking concerned. you explain to him in one breath about, the maze, the griever, about Newt.

Thomas and Minho listen to you and by the time you finish, are already running towards the maze, you right behind them.

they sprint down pathways, following the loud sounds of clicking. you skid to a halt in the clearing when you see the griever standing over a bloodied Newt, practically dragging his injured leg behind him as he crawls in an attempt to fend off the beast.

Minho looks at you and says as quietly as he can while being heard over the din. “y/n get Newt out of there, me and Thomas will distract it and be right behind you.”

“Go!”. you sprint towards the crouched form of the blonde boy, as Minho and Thomas run around you towards the screeching creature.

you put your hands under his arms and drag him towards a corner.

“Hey y/n,” he looks at you through bleary eyes “don’t worry, I didn’t die”. you laugh quietly, “good, you never will when I’m around”. you bend down and kiss him.

“Umm, I don’t want to break up this sweet moment,” Minho’s voice comes from above you, “but there’s an angry griever making its way towards us right now”

you help Newt to his feet and let him drape an arm around your shoulders, hurrying after the other boys. the clicking gets louder, following you. you keep turning corners. left, right, left again, two rights.

you can tell Newt is doing all he can to make the run easier for you, but between his leg being practically limp and his many other injuries, you are both hobbling.

eventually, your legs slip out from under you and you and Newt fall into the dust. the boys turn around to help you but you don’t let them.

“keep going” Newt urges you “don’t worry about me, get out!”

“Fat chance, I’m not leaving here without you”. You drag him to his feet and continue on running, shouting for Minho and Thomas to do the same.

you reach the glade, and Newt slides from your grip onto the floor. you clutch your chest, panting as the clicking sounds fade slowly.

“We need a medjack” you try to lift Newt again, but stop at once when a small pained sound escapes his mouth.

someone was already running towards you and you recognise Clint. While Minho says in hurried tones about what happened, Thomas helps you lift Newt, and you follow the med jack into their hut.

While Clint rummages around, and Minho and Thomas start walking away, talking intensely, you hold Newt’s hand, stroking the back of it with your thumb.

“y/n”

“yeah”

“you won’t leave me will you? you’ll stay?”

“of course. I’d never leave you”

Newt’s eyelids start to droop, and, with you still holding his hand, falls asleep.

The Shadow In Your Eyes

The Shadow In Your Eyes (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1367 words (Finally a long one)

Warnings: illness, madness/insanity, hints at murder, violence, death, (once again my having no idea what to put here)

Summary: the flare is spreading through Newt quicker than you could ever have imagined, it won’t be long before the boy you loved is lost forever.

you cannot even bring yourself to look at him, for, if you did, you would not see the smiling, brown eyed boy you love, but a pale, dark vein streaked, stranger.

the other gladers seemed to be keeping their distance too, not out of fear or spite, but merely because watching someone you love, slowly die, and you can do nothing but watch, is too hard.

you take a deep breath and move to sit beside Newt, causing many turned heads. he looks sideways at you, causing you to shift away from him in discomfort.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite”. his voice comes out harsher than you knew it would if he wasn’t infected. you still can’t meet his eyes, as though scared you will see madness, or perhaps hatred, staring back at you.

the boys are looking up now, eyes fixed on you and Newt, not speaking. Newt looks around, realises everyone is staring and stands up.

he limps out of the room, and after a moment’s hesitation, you follow him.

you peep your head around the frame of the door, to see Newt sitting cross legged, his chin in his hands.

“What do you want”. his voice comes out hoarse yet without that harsh tone. you decide it’s safe to move closer, and rest a hand on his shoulder, “it’s going to be ok”

he shoved your hand away, “it’s not going to be bloody ok, lying to yourself isn’t going fix this, fix me. I’m getting worse y/n, I can feel it.

“Newt, listen to me”

“no! you listen to me,” he was shouting now “do you really think that me knowing you all, will stop me from killing you”

“Newt-“ you reach out your arm to him.

“Get away from me!” his eyes blaze with a maddened anger as he shoves you, hard, sending you sprawling across the floor.

horror crosses Newt’s face as he sees what he’s done, he rushes towards you but you back away, drawing your knees up to your chin, just as Minho and Thomas ran into the room.

“we heard you shouting Newt and-“ Minho breaks off as he sees you sitting huddled in a corner on the floor, with Newt, standing near you, a hand over his mouth.

Minho and Thomas hurry towards you, standing between your curled up body and Newt. “Minho, Thomas, what are you doing?”, Newt says in a shaky voice.

“What we have to” Thomas looks grimly at his friend. Minho nods at him, lifts you into his arms, and Thomas keeps his eyes on Newt as you are carried from the room.

“are you alright”. Minho begins checking you for injuries. you nod, a little shakily, still shocked and speechless.

the boy looks at you, “it’s not a very nice experience, the flare”. you shake your head vigorously. “me and Thomas will talk to Newt, don’t worry, we won’t let it happen again”

Thomas and Newt enter the room at that moment, Thomas grim faced and Newt still shaken, approaching you slowly. you move backwards, afraid and hurt flashes in Newt’s dark eyes before he turns away.

you sit between Thomas and Minho, who are whispering to each other, and stare at your hands.

whenever you glance up, which was next to never, Newt sat alone, shivering slightly, his chin resting on his knees.

evidently, the other graders had either been told, or had heard, you and Newt’s fight, the latter seeming more likely. all the boys had crowded on one side of the room, as though trying to put as much distance between themselves and the sandy haired boy.

he fiddled with his fingerless gloves, the thin cotton going nothing to hide the dark veins snaking up them. it was clear to everyone, that Newt was not the same Newt as they knew from the Glade.

the stranger was harsher, colder, and had broken a whispered promise you had heard too many times to count. “I promise I will never hurt you y/n”

but this was not the Newt that made those promises. this was not the Newt that held you as you wept for Chuck. not the Newt that would hug you when he saw you return from the maze. not the Newt who would hold you when the nightmares plagued your sleep.

not the Newt that decorated your hair with chains of daisies. the Newt that would laugh when you weaved flowers through his hair. not the Newt that would let you lie of his lap, pointing out the pretty shadows the leaves cast. the Newt that would stroke your hair until he heard your breathing go heavy.

that Newt was gone now. to a place you would never reach him again.

it made your heart break to see the boy that would always comfort you, the kind track hoe, the friend that would bring you baskets of strawberries, decorated with flowers, sitting their, blank eyed, staring at his thin fingers.

you wanted to move forward to comfort him, yet even if Minho or Thomas, or heck even Newt himself, let you, it was not a good idea.

looking at his lost, pale face, it seemed hard to realise that this, blank, vacant youth, was the same smiling sandy haired boy from the glade.

the Flare had broken his mind, worse than the fall had broken his leg.

night had fallen and the boys were laying down, using packs to prop up their heads and each others heat to warm them.

your eyes watched the lonely boy curl up by himself, wrapping his hands around his knees. you felt your eyes close, but you cannot sleep. after a moment or maybe it was hours, the breathing around you grows steady and you believe everyone is asleep. that was before movement caught your eye.

you watch through your eyelashes as the dark shape of Newt shifts slowly towards you, looking left and right to make sure that others were indeed asleep.

your stomach sinks with fear and apprehension as he reaches out a hand towards you. but instead of doing the many things that race each other through your mind, he brushes a stray hair from your eyes, gently.

not moving you watching through squinted eyelids as he strokes your hair with his thumb, his eyes, even in the dark, glazed in sadness.

you relax, slightly, beginning to drift off to sleep when a loud creak makes you jump, Newt’s head snaps around, and the boys jerk awake, Thomas and Minho already on their feet.

the blonde boy tries to scurry back to his corner, unnoticed, but Thomas grabs his ankle and holds him fast.

“what were you doing to y/n” he demands

“nothing. get off of me” Newt struggles to free his leg from his friend’s grip but to no avail.

“answer me. you expect us to trust you around her after today?”

Newt’s face lost all the gentleness of a few minutes ago, and is shadowed by anger. “get off of me” he screams, making the other boys jump. he lunges for Thomas only to be dragged down by Minho and a few other gladers who hold him to the ground.

“I’m not going to ask you again” Thomas looks at Newt seriously.

“let go. let go. let go.” his voice sounds almost childlike, nothing like his own. it was as though someone else were speaking for Newt.

Thomas flattens his hand, and brings it down hard on the boy’s injured leg. he screams so loudly you’re surprised you don’t hear the shattering of glass.

Newt stops struggling, his breath ragged, looking almost on the verge of tears. but you knew that Newt wouldn’t cry, no matter how sick or shucked up in the head he was.

Thomas and Minho take advantage of this and drag him into a side room, slamming the door. they both look at each other, pained expressions on their faces.

they tell everyone to get some sleep, but they all know none of them will. not with the cracked screams and thumps coming from the side room.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 1001 words

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! peeps getting hurt, violence, someone getting electrocuted

Summary: when you fly your way to Crank Palace you find Newt, less than happy to return with you.

you sit on the floor of the berg, looking down at the price of paper clutched in your hand. Thomas and Minho’s eyes are latched onto the note as well, their friend’s last goodbye.

you breath in very deeply, and stand up, your legs still shaking. “Right, we need to go to, wherever they’ve taken him”. you can feel Brenda and Jorge looking at you, something between pity and exasperated swimming in their faces.

“y/n-”

“-no, we’re not going any further without Newt” you fold your arms and sit back down, crossing your legs. Jorge opens his mouth to say something but Thomas cuts him off, “don’t try and argue with her, she won’t budge”

*

“He said- very pointedly, I might add- to tell you guys to get lost”

you fold your arms across your chest, “we’re not going anywhere without Newt.” Minho and Thomas nod and stare stonily at the guards.

“Did you not hear what I said?”

“Your jobs not done” Thomas takes a step towards the guard.

“Yeah, so if you want your money, you better take us to him”

the guards sighs and mutters darkly. “come on then, I’ll take you to your friend”

you step over rubbish, mud and suspicious looking scarlet patches. there are shrieks and shouts that sound like they came from a strangled animal.

the others are looking around warily but you stride after the guard, not even stopping when you stepped into a pile of mud, splattering yourself with mud.

eventually you reach a run down bowling alley, with cackling laughter echoing from it. the others are talking quietly behind you. “..I just have a bad feeling.” you spin around to face her. “don’t come then, but I’m getting Newt back if it’s the last thing I do.” Brenda looks slightly taken aback but there is understanding in her eyes.

you push your way into the building, Thomas, Minho, Brenda and Jorge close behind you. your eyes scan the room, as you step over people muttering to themselves or else hitting each other over the head all the while grinning.

then you spot him, even in the dark you recognise him. you speed up your pace and the others hurry to catch up. you’re so focused on making your way towards him that when his voice echoes around the dark room, “I told you bloody shanks to get lost!” the others stop behind you, and you keep your eyes on the boy. “Newt, listen to me-.” you step forwards, one hand outstretched. “y/n, listen to me, turn around and leave, now”

“Newt, please-.”

“y/n, stop”

“Newt-.”

“y/n” he turns around, his dark eyes dancing in the small blinking lights of the building, and a launcher gripping in his shaking hands, “y/n, please, I don’t want to hurt you.”

your heart sinks down to rest, somewhere around your navel. your mind is spinning, broken only when Newt’s voice tears at the air.

“I am a Crank Minho! I am a Crank! Why can’t you get that through

your bloody head? If you had the Flare and knew what you were about to go through, would you want your

friends to stand around and watch? Huh? Would you want that?”

“No, I wouldn’t” your voice comes out soft, but makes Newt turn his head, “but I would have thought maybe you would care enough for a goodbye”

his gaze softens, “If that’s all you want, goodbye y/n”

you shake your head, as though trying to clear it, “no…no” your voice is so quiet it’s more of a whisper “no Newt, I don’t want a goodbye, I don’t want to leave here without you”

“you have to”

“no”

“you have to”

“no I don’t”

“y/n, don’t make me hurt you”

you feel as though you must be wearing a look similar to being hit over the head. “at one point, you said you would never hurt me, you promised” you take a deep breath of forced calm, “but I suppose that means nothing to you now”

it was Newt’s turn to look slightly stunned. “I’m sorry.” his voice was less than a whisper, and his eyes were sparkling, whether with tears or anger, you could not tell.

he raises the launcher in shaking hands, still mouthing those two words, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

and then there’s a fizz of electricity and a blinding flash of light. your limbs jerk around, and you see the others bend over you, shouting something that cannot penetrate the ringing in your head.

he had done it, he had hurt you. you do not move as arms carry you out of the dark bowling alley and back into the berg. a blurry face bends over you, while you mouth one word, Newt.

you blink rapidly, the world fuzzy and distorted. you sit up straight looking around and startling Minho who has evidently just woken from a doze in a chair nearby. despite yourself, you fond yourself hoping it was all a dream, that Newt’s soft voice and protective arms would comfort you any moment now.

but judging by the look in Minho’s eyes, you know it wasn’t a dream. Newt was gone, and you may never see him again. your hands ball into fists and you fight the urge to scream. Minho leans over and puts a hand on your shaking arm. the touch only reminds you more of the boy you had left and you snatch it away, hissing angrily, “don’t touch me.”

the boy clasps his hand in his lap, looking down at them. of course Minho has known him better, if not, longer than you had and was no doubt upset. but you’re too full of emotions that fight their way out of you.

you twist around and scream into your pillow. scream your voice hoarse. scream until your sobbing. you wish you could sleep but you know you won’t be able to. not with those two words weaving their way around your head.

I’m sorry.

Chuck

Chuck (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 508 words (I’m trying to make these longer)

Warnings: Death, hugging (how preposterous), grieving

Summary: a strange women shows up after Chuck’s death, do you follow her.

it’s all too much, first Alby, now Chuck. Thomas’s screams fill the room, and a few other gladers are crying, all of them pointedly ignoring the strange lady. you look sideways to see Newt staring fixedly at the floor, a hand over his mouth.

you can tell he’s trying so hard to hold it together, he’s the leader now, now that Alby was. well.

your hand gropes until it find his, and you squeeze, with him squeezing back. the screams become a dull ringing in your head.

you tug on Newts hand slightly, pulling him around into a hug.

he presses his head into your neck, seeming to relax where his face was hidden. after a moment, you feel hot tears drip down your shoulder.

you wrap your arms around him, feeling sobs shake his body. he had known Chuck for at least 2 months, and Alby for possibly even more that 2 years. and now they were gone. along with many other gladers that he must know. or have known you suppose.

in that moment, with you standing, arms around Newt, feeling his sobs shaking your intertwined bodies, you felt like you were the only ones in this world.

you feel Newt take a deep breath, and break away from you, helping Minho drag Thomas to his feet and whispering words of comfort in his ear. eventually he stops screaming, tears still sliding down his face.

Minho pats him gently on the back, and looks towards the lady, this being the first time anyone has acknowledged her. she beckons for you all to follow her and Minho shouts for the headers to follow him.

Newt whispers something you don’t hear to him and moves towards the back of the group, where you stand. you don’t speak, you don’t need to, but just grip each others hands as you start to move, making sure everyone has left the room before you leave.

Thomas’s eyes linger on Chuck’s body, and you can tell that he wants to bring the boy with him, but Newts gentle prod in the back, gets him moving forward.

you follow the snaking line of boys down, what seems like one hundred corriders. eventually, you reach the outside world, air hits you face. “our first time outside, since the box”

something is sparking in Newt’s eyes, almost like recognition. you tug on his hand as the crowd starts moving away from you and he snaps out of his daze.

Minho herds the gladers onto the bus after the women. you help Newt up after you and find a seat, near Minho and Thomas who are interrogating the strange women.

you stare out of the window, with Newt still linked to you by the hand. he leans his head gently on your shoulder, closing his eyes. you look at him and brush hair away from his mouth.

you driving away. driving away from the maze. away from the gladers you left behind. away from the dead bodies of your friends. away from Chuck. away from everything.

(Have a good day, take care of ur selves 🤗)

A cut for a kiss

A cut for a kiss (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 472 words (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: kissing, teenagers (exciting), caught, mild self harm/faking injuries, I have no idea what else to put here.

Summary: Newt is constantly ‘hurting himself’ forcing him to go to the med jacks hut. but you soon learn he has motives other than to heal.

you sit on a stool, flicking through a book that looked like it had been untouched for at least a year. a knock sounds at the door and you sigh quietly, knowing full well who was standing on the other side.

sure enough, when the door swings open, a very familiar sandy haired boy stands there, and you see his dark eyes light up when he sees you.

“what is it this time Newt”. he stretches out his hands, showing thorn pricks too perfect to be real.

you roll your eyes at him and sit him down on a cot, rummaging around for bandages. you move back to him, white cotton in hand.

he watches, almost too eagerly, as you bind his hands. his mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but he shakes his head a fraction and closes it.

you finish bandaging Newt’s cuts and see his face fall slightly as you swing the door open, gesturing him to leave. he stands up slowly, but you stop him just before he can walk through the door.

“Newt”

“Mhm”

“You can’t keep faking injures to come here”. A red flush creeps along his cheeks, “I-I-“ he stutters.

“I’m not stupid Newt”. he looks at you in the eyes, “I never did nor ever will call you stupid”

you look at him, mouth hanging open slightly, not expecting his response. he keeps looking deep into your eyes, and you turn away as you feel flush spreading down your neck.

a smile spreads involuntarily across your lips and you find yourself lost for words. he smirks saying quietly, “I like you Y/N”

your heart thumps faster and you look back at him, smiling, “I like you too”.

his eyes show surprise as you approach him, taking his hand. he pulls you closer, your faces an inch away from each other, his hot breath tingling your face.

you drag him backwards until he is pressing you against a wall of the med jack hut. his face presses into your neck and his sweet, earthy smell hits your nose.

his lips find yours and you run a hand through his hair. you pull him closer still wrapping your arms around his neck gripping the back of his shirt, still latched to him by the lips.

“You two having fun”

you and newt break apart, looking towards the door. Minho stands there smirking, “I was wondering where you had got to Newt, Alby wants you”

“Ably can wait” Newts cheek glowed red and you could only expect your’s did too. Minho grins at us, “I’ll let you two carry on then”. he slides the door closed, no doubt to spread the word that Newt and the new med jack were making out in one of the huts.

you look sheepishly back at Newt and find his eyes already on you. you both grin at each other and move back together, your lips meeting.

(sorry if it’s bad, still a learner right here)

Bloodstained Knife

Bloodstained Knife (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 858 words (tryna make these longer)

Warnings: kissing, attempted suicide, death, losing a loved one, (why are these so hard)

Summary: Screeches echo from down a street and you can only hope that you’re wrong about the source.

you are running. running so hard your legs burn. sprinting. hoping against hope that you didn’t hear correctly. that maybe it was just a cat. yes that had to be it. a cat must have survived the flare and made that noise. it couldn’t be..

you push the thought away. a stitch burns in your side but you don’t stop. you won’t stop until your sure. until your sure he’s safe.

the screech sounds again, tearing through the air, and your heart beats harder. you urge your legs to move, if it were possible, faster.

you feel yourself falling forwards, unable to stop your momentum as you skid across the concrete. blood stains your clothes, but you scramble to your feet and keep running, ignoring the pain in your hands and knees.

the screeches continue, a hoarse voice is shouting, but your too far away to hear what the voice is saying. then the voice stops.

you skid into an alleyway and see two boys. at first you think they are wrestling, but upon a closer look, you see it’s one boy, shaking the other, as though trying to wake him up.

you didn’t want to look any closer, scared of what you’d see but you move forwards. your heart seems to stop as you recognise the boys.

Thomas crouches over a very familiar blonde haired boy, shaking him roughly. Newt lays unmoving, eyes open and glazed over, blood seeping from a knife, that punctured his chest.

a strangled cry escapes your mouth and Thomas turns towards you, tears wetting his face. you rush towards the boy on the floor, pushing Thomas aside so you can look into Newt’s eyes.

they were full and empty, his pupils far too big. they were no longer gentle and caring, and they never would be again.

dark veins made spiderwebs across his whole body, and strings of drool hung from his open mouth.

you rest your head on his chest where you so often had, looking for the familiar, steady thump of his heart, but only finding cold silence.

burying your face in his neck you let hot tears spill from your eyes, making the crimson stains on his shirt ripple and run across the fabric like rivers.

you felt no warm breath, rustling your hair, no gentle hands pulling you close, no whispered words of comfort, and you never would ever again.

people began to crowd around you but you didn’t turn to look at them. whispers and muffled sobs sound from behind you. you do not move. you do not speak.

that is until you feel the boy’s body being slid out from under you. you look up, eyes blurry to see many gladers, along with Minho and Thomas dragging Newt’s body away from you.

“no” your voice is cracked and quiet but it still makes the others turn. “y/n-” Minho starts to speak but you cut him off.

“No, you’re not taking him” your voice is stronger now. Thomas looks at you in pity, “y/n, Newt is dead”

you shake your head, “no”, as though saying it could make it untrue. “y/n” Thomas tries to speak but you drown out his voice.

“no, no, no, no” you repeat it over and over, getting louder and louder until you are screaming, not letting go of the boy you love. or you loved.

the gladers all watch you, none of them doing anything, all of them feeling the pain of losing a friend. they just watch as you continue to scream your throat hoarse.

tears stream down your face, as you scream and scream and scream. why was the world still turning, why hadn’t it ended.

Newt was dead, he was dead and they were still alive. you were still alive. the world kept spinning, it continued. but how could it?

your screaming lessens until you are whispering, “no, no, no”

the boys still hold Newt’s body, waiting for you to let go of him. you look around, looking at all of their faces, and then back at Newt.

you lean down over his face and kiss him gently, whispering into his ear, “goodbye”

the others relax, obviously expecting you to let go, to let him be carried away. but that is not your plan.

quickly yet gently, as you could with your shaking hands, you pull the blood stained knife from Newt’s chest and hold it up to your throat closing your eyes and gripping the dead boy’s hand, preparing to slice.

Minho kicks the knife away from you, sending it spinning across the concrete, and pulling your arms behind your back. you try to scream but your voice is gone and only a small gurgling sound escapes your mouth.

you watch helplessly as Newt is carried away. bowing your head, you sob, not able to look at anyone.

Minho lets go of your arms and you curl into a ball, still sobbing silently. you feel cold, alone, no Newt to hold you. no Newt to wipe away your tears. no Newt to comfort you.

Newt was gone. to a place you couldn’t reach him. he was gone. forever.