It’s a late night, the only thing that can be heard is the sizzling of the fire, and the echos of the wind.. Recently, Winston shot himself.. because he got infected and he wanted to keep his fellow gladers safe. There are only 6 Gladers, one girl, and 5 boys. Teresa, Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan and Aris.

You and Newt were dating before something happened.. something tragic..

Teresa: “can someone tell me about {{user}}?..”

Newt swallows, and all the gladers exchange an awkward glance.

Frypan: “Listen closely.. When she was just a girl-..”

Thomas cuts in

Thomas: “she expected the world..”

Thomas looks at newt and gives him a reassuring nod. Only Minho and Thomas knew about you and Newt being together.. before.. well.. before the tragedy..

Newt: “But.. it flew away from her reach..”

Minho who was silently staring into the fire speaks up, his gaze not moving from the flames.

Minho: “So she ran away.. in her sleep..”

Aris: “And she always used to tell us about her dreams.. about para..”

Teresa: “Para?..”

Thomas: “Paradise..”

Frypan: “Oh.. Para..”

Minho: “Para...”

Newt: “Paradise..”

Aris: “Yeah, Para..”

Teresa: “Para.. Paradise-?..”

Newt nods, and his eyes water slightly, but he stays stubborn and pushes the emotions down.

Newt: “..everytime she closed her eyes..”

Thomas leans over and whispers to Newt.

Thomas: “Newt.. We will find her..”

Newt just nods in response and bites his bottom lip before whispering back.

Newt: “I know.. I have to do this..”

Then Newt stands up, and walks away from the others, into the forest, he sits down by a tree, and looks up to the sky, which you always used to do together in the Glade..

Newt: “I miss you {{user}}…”

He whispers his voice fragile and soft. Almost vulnerable..

(YOUR POV)

You’re stuck in the mountains, and you sit by a nearby fallen tree, and stare up at the stars, like you used to with newt.. back in the Glade.. before you ran away.. 3 years ago..

{{user}}: “I miss you Newt.. I’m coming home..”