I sighed while looking out the window at my room. It's raining outside, drops of rain falling against my glass window, leaving it blurry. I remember when it rained back at the scorch, at the city we went to when the storms built up after we had reached the building.

It reminded me of Newt.

I remember we were just sitting there, on the floor, panting hard after running for about half an hour through a heavy storm of wind and lightning. I remember the look in his eyes-despite all the exhaustion, I saw a glimpse of hope. After I had settled in with my breaths, I plopped myself down, sending my body backwards to fall purposely on the ground. I never felt happier to see that hope in his eyes.

It also reminded me of the last time I saw his eyes. They were blurry, sparkled with tears. I saw the darkness in his eyes, all the hope disappearing from it. When Thomas pulled the trigger, his last tear dropped. A river of tears made its way down my cheeks while I saw his dead, lifeless body.

I knelt down beside him, even though I knew he wasn't there anymore. I leaned my head to his ears, and whispered softly, "Goodbye Newt..." my breaths, my voice cracked.

"I'll see you again one day..." I closed my eyes and straightened my back. My cries burst out of my mouth and suddenly, I felt a shivering cold hand on mine--squeezing tightly. I opened my eyes and snapped my head to see my hand held by him.

I gasped slightly and crumpled my face to see his face. He had his eyes slightly opened, just a dark thin line visible. And using all the energy he had, he whispered back to me. "I'll miss you, (Y/N). I'll be waiting for you..."

And then he was gone.

Remembering those memories made my tears flow just like the rain outside--like it was raining in my bedroom. I tapped at my window with my pointy finger, I wrote 'I'll miss you too, Newt' through the fogged glass and I saw tiny drops of rain falling on the other side of it. Out of the corner of my blurry eyes, I saw a glimpse of him.

I snapped my head back at where I saw him, hope rising in my chest. But all I saw was a lonely corner of my room, no one here. I let out a breath, hope melting away from my chest, leaving it heavy. I looked at the window, the words I wrote gone, and I put my hand on where I wrote.

"I'm coming for you, Newt. I promise I'll be there soon."

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A/N

This is soo sad 😢 Though, I didn't cry. I wrote this while my cheery friend's here, so I can't really feel sad.