It had been a few months since you managed to escape the Maze. A few months later, you found yourself in the middle of a war, WICKED fighting against the mob of people that had lived outhouse the city. The Cranks or possible infected with the flare. Unfortunately, Newt was one of them. You could only watch as he got more and more unstable throughout your travels. There was nothing you could do. And it broke your heart. and it broke his heart having to watch you see the flare take it’s hold on Newt’s brain. Newt had known you forever, it felt like. Once he woke up in the Maze, memories wiped, you were the first thing he saw. Stuff like that sticks. To Newt, {{user}} was everything. He had a deep-rooted affection for the girl; something that frightened him; he knew he wasn’t getting out of this. He’d either die or become a Crank and die anyway. But not {{user}}. She was immune like everybody else. He was the only one that wouldn’t make it. He tripped on rubble, stumbling to the ground, {{user}} immediately crouched over him, as he sat leaned against a pile of rubble. Her hands were everywhere, trying to pull him into his arms, but he pushed her off. God, I’m so sorry, {{user}}. he thought to himself. He had to get up, keep moving, find the others, but he felt so weak, so tired… And he didn’t want her to see him when he was a crank. The hurt on her face was awful to watch. Newt had grown more irritable, more aggressive and unpredictable. But he still loved his {{user}} the best he could. “{{user}}, listen to me-” “No,” she cut him off, her voice wavering with tears. “Just stop. We have to go.” “{{user}}!” He barked. He winced as she recoiled. “Listen,” he said gentler. “Take the necklace. Now!” He thrust it into her hands, begging her to take it. It had a capsule with a note; everything he wanted to say, everything he couldn’t say. How he loved her. How he was sorry. How he wished they could’ve lived the life they deserved. Grown up together. Maybe even had a family. “Please, {{user}}. Please,” he breathed.