Same as before

Your POV- first

After all that drama, I finally calmed down, and Newt and Gally explained the Maze and the Glade to me. 

I still felt uncomfortable, especially since I was the only girl. 

I tried out all the jobs and decided to become a builder, because I loved the feeling of working with my hands. Being able to create new living spaces and chairs and stuff like that made me feel good.

I grew close to Newt, Minho, Alby, Frypan, and Gally.

I know Gally can be rude and mean, but, I figure that he acts like that because he's the most insecure and scared of us all.

He hides behind a mean facade, but inside he's terrified and frightened.

No one could really understand why I'd choose to become Gally's best friend, or become a builder. But, I didn't care, and still don't.

"Hey, Gal! Come on, Frypan won't wait for us!" I holler at him as he finishes work for the day.

"Coming!" He replies, walking with me to the eating hall area. 

I sit with Gally and his friends sometimes, but usually go sit under a tree. I like to be alone sometimes.

"Gal, I think I'll sit under the tree to day," I tell him, and he nods.

I get my food from Fry, a delicious-looking and smelling stew of some sort, and rest myself under  a tree a small ways from the tent-like dining area. 

I smile as I see a familiar blonde sit next to Alby with his food. His face is just too perfect, and when he smiles, my insides melt.

I am in mid-sigh when a low chuckle catches me off guard. 

"Minho! Don't scare me like that!" 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare the klunk out of you."

I roll my eyes, and look at him in surprise when he sits next to me.

"I know something you don't." He taunts, shovelling a mouthful of stew into his mouth, rather ungracefully I might add.

"Huh, I doubt it." 

"I know who likes youuuu," he says in a singsong voice.

"My curiosity has been peaked, tell me." I motion for him to continue.

"Well, I can't tell you. Because its a secret, and practically everyone here likes you one way or another. Heck, most of us think of you like a mother." He smirks, eating some more.

"Most? Wha-what about...?" I shake my head, and stop my sentence. Of course he wouldn't like me, I smashed his face into a wall!

"Hmm? Oh, what about Newt? Well, I can definitely say he doesn't think of you as a mom, that's for sure."

I sputter, "Wha? No, wh-why'd you assume I'm talking about Newt?"

He grins, "Anyone with one eye and half an ear could see it. You're always staring at him and sighing. You can't even deny it."

"Yes I could!"

"Yeah, but your shuck-face would be lyin'."

I grumble in response.

"You should come sit with us, talk to him." He says as he walks away.

Should I?

Nah, it-it wouldn't be good.

But, maybe it would?

I stand up, and awkwardly make my way to the table.

"Here," Minho pats the seat next to him, across from Newt.

"Uh, thanks."

"So, Newt was just talking about you." Minho continues the conversation, grinning like an idiot at Newt. 

Newt blushes, "uh, I was just saying what a bloody excellent builder you are." 

"R-really?" 

"Yeah, he's quite a fan. You know, I think you'd be a great couple."

I spit out the water I was sipping, "Minho!", just as Newt does the same thing.

He laughs, "See, you're perfect together!"

Alby smirks and nods, making me and Newt blush even more.

After dinner, I find myself walking with Newt around the Glade, and our relationship grew from then on.

We'd eat meals together, and Gally would catch me watching Newt work in the gardens. Soon, we'd meet in the woody corner for lunch, and hold hands whenever we were alone.

But, we never kissed.

Once, Newt was leaning in towards me, and I was leaning in too. The heat and intensity was overwhelming, and I longed for his touch. Yeah, that was ruined when Minho walked in on us. He laughed, said 'I told you so', and I just blushed while Newt swore his head off at him.

Another time, Gally caught us at lunchtime. My break was over, and he came to get me, only to see me and Newt leaning towards each other passionately. 

We tried for a third time, but Alby interrupted that time. 

We didn't try again, until the whole 'end of the maze' thing happened. Then Thomas interrupted us, followed by Grievers. 

Then the Scorch Trails happened after I saw my friend, Gally, go crazy and shoot Chuck, and then I saw Chuck, another close friend, die. 

Newt was the only thing holding me together, kinda like glue. ;) 

Then, we ended up back at WICKED. The one place we didn't want to be. But, they told us the Trials were over. This gave us hope.

That hope was completely false.

Narrator/second person POV

Now, we come to where I started. Again, I apologize for that mixup.

The first name Janson said was 'Newt'.

Thomas, who had grown close to Newt, was in shock and evidently angry. And you were horrified, but you still wanted to listen to the other names.

Janson  said two other names, and you didn't know them. But the fourth name you knew all too well.

(Y/n). 

Your heart lurched, and your insides twisted wickedly. 

Your POV-first

I knew it was too good to be true! I knew it.

Newt leaves the room, and I follow him.

He leads us back to our room where all the Gladers slept, and I locked the door behind us.

"Newt..." I say, sitting down on my bed, which is next to Newt's.

"No, (Y/n) its fine. It was too good to be bloody true anyways! I have the Flare, and there's nothing to stop it." He says in despair, lying face down on his bed.

"Wait, Newt, didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"My name. It's not just you who's going to be a Crank. I'm not immune either." I say.

He looks up, "What? That can't be!" 

"Well, its true."

A silence fills the room.

"I can't live like this." He says finally.

"Neither can I." I whisper.

"But," I continue, "I know a cure. A cure for all this madness, this insanity! But, I can't take it alone."

"What is it?" Newt says, his beautiful voice with his lovely accent rings clearly.

Leaning over, I reach under the mattress and pull out a gun. Newt looks at me with puzzlement. Then, I reach under and pull out another one.

I place them between him and me. 

"How is this a cure?" He asks, looking at me intensely with his gorgeous chocolate eyes. 

"Well, I say 'cure', I mean 'permanent escape'." I say, looking at the weapons in front of me. 

"Where-how did you get them?" 

"I 'fell' onto a guard, and took his gun. And did the same thing yesterday. I thought I might need them one day, turns out I was right." I chuckle humourlessly. 

"(Y/n)..." 

"Newt, its ok. We don't have too, but I figure it's way better then becoming a cannibalistic psycho. Don't you?"

Before he could answer, a loud bang resounds. I jump up and snap my attention to the door where Rat Man stands, looking in through the small window on the door. 

"Open up!" He yells angrily.

I turn to Newt, breathing heavily.

"Your choice Newt."

He looks at me, and nods, "Yeah."

I lift a gun, as Newt follows suit.

I point it towards his head, as he lifts his towards my head. The barrels press against our temples, and I smile at him.

"Wait! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!???!!!" Janson screams outside the door.

"Wait," Newt says and before I can question him, he kisses me.

Our first and last kiss. A beautiful, magical thing.

"Okay," He says, and we reposition ourselves.

"On count of three." I say, and he nods.

"Three..." My hand is cold, but the gun feels hot in my hand. Newt stares into my eyes, and I focus on them and only them.

"Two..." We count together as all my doubts bubble in my mind.

Our breath hitches as we breathe in one last time, Janson's screams drowned out by my heartbeat.

"One!" 

!~BAM~!

Burning, hateful pain soars through me, but then all is silent. 

All is dark...

All is...gone...

And I am alone.........

Until, a voice catches my attention, "(Y/n)!!? Where are you?!"

And I see a light, burning vibrant against the dark, and then, I see my angel, my love, my..

Newt...

And I walk with him into eternity, our hands entwined forever.

A/N-

Wow, that was sad, but I hope you enjoyed!