Newt’s POV:
As the runner was walking away, I heard him say
“Why? There's no point.”
What did he mean by that? He turned around and screamed a final part at us.
“There is no escape! No way out!”
Then he spun on his heel and stormed off. I stood frozen, hearing those words over and over again,
No escape
No way out
No escape
No way out
I must have been like that for a couple minutes before Minho spoke.
“Newt, c’mon. Let's go to bed.”
I didn’t say anything. Just trailed after him like a ghost. When we got to my room, I didn’t even take my shoes off, I just collapsed onto the hammock. I felt Minho rubbing my back, trying to talk to me.
“Newt, it’s gonna be fine. He was just mad, just mad. . .”
Just fine
How many times had we said that to each other?
“But, Min, what if it’s not?”
“What?”
I felt tears coming, but I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress them.
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“What if it’s not fine? What if he was right?”
“But, Newt, what if he’s not?”
What if he’s not.
But what if he is?
No way out
No way out
No way out
“But, he is Minho! We’ve been here, what? Two years?”
“New-”
I didn't let him finnish
“Minho, it’s been two shucking years! And every. Single. Day. We have runners go out there. Every shucking day! If there was a way out, we would have found it by now!”
My eyes were pooling with tears now. I wouldn't let them fall.
“Newt, there could be something out there. . . a secret passage, something!”
I looked at Minho. Did he really believe this? No, he didn’t. I could see it in his eyes.
“Minho. Do you believe that? We’ve been through the whole bloody maze with a fine toothed comb!”
Tears were spilling out of my eyes. I couldn’t keep them in.
No way out
I was spiraling. I knew it. But I couldn’t stop.
“Minho, we’ll here till we di-”
Minho was kissing me. It calmed me down, but the voice was still running through my head.
No way out.
No way out.
No way out.
“Newt, we will find a way out. I promise.”
“But what if we don't?”
“Newt, honey-”
“What if we never find a shucking way out? What happens when we stay here till we’re dead?”
I was screaming now. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Why was I being like this?
No way out.
No way out.
“Newt, look at me.”
I didn’t look at him.
“We will find a way out.”
No, we won't.
“Bloody hell Minho! Do you actually believe that stuff?”
He looked guilty
“That's what I thought.”
Minho’s POV:
After Newt said that, I couldn't. I just couldn't. The way he said it almost broke my heart. No emotion, no feeling, no hope. I started to leave, but turned around right before I left, and saw Newt. He was just laying in his hammock, curled into a ball, a look of fierce hopelessness in his eyes. I couldn’t leave him like this. I just couldn’t. I walked back over and got in the hammock with Newt. Shuck the promise I made about not staying. I grabbed his hand, he looked up at me, still hopeless.
“Newt, it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.”
How many times have I said that in my life? And how many times was it actually true?
Newt nodded weakly, the outburst must have really sapped him. I lay there with him until I heard his soft breathes of sleep. I got up and looked at Newt one last time. His expression was neutral and calm, but his face was still streaked with drying tears. Oh god, if I looked at him for any longer I would crumble. I would break. I ran out of the room. I ran down the stairs. I ran to my hammock. I lay down. I thought of Newt. I started crying. I fell asleep.