~~~Quick Author's Notes~~~

Hi, guys!!! I am so sorry for not posting this chapter sooner. I've been so stressed and so busy lately and I haven't felt very proud of my story. So I didn't want to post this chapter when I wasn't happy with it.

I just want to warn everybody, that a lot takes places in this "super long double update thingy." It's a lot to take in. So I apologize for shoving it all into one chapter. It's definitely not my best work, but we need to move on! AM I RIGHT LADIES and boys if any even read this! Haha, ILY GUYS AND ENJOY!!!!

And sorry if there are any miss spellings or grammatical errors in this chapter, because it is so long it's hard to proof read, lol.

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

"What the heck was that?" I asked, covering my ears. The loud noise seemed to resonate off of the walls around us. What in the world is this? Are we all gonna die? It doesn't sound good that's for sure.

I look around to see that everyone around me was just continuing with whatever they're doing, as if an alarm isn't going off, "Frypan, what is that?" The noise abruptly cut off, leaving my ears ringing.

"I forget that newbies like you have no clue what's going on," Frypan tossed me a rag, "Wipe your hands off, Greenie."

I caught the cloth, still just as confused as before, "Did you forget that I asked a question?"

He didn't answer, as he threw whatever it was he was chopping up into a bowl.

"Did you even hear me?" I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. In the kitchen, it's like ten times hotter than outside.

"I heard you," Frypan mumbled, as he washed his hands.

"Then why aren't you answering me?" I laughed, nervously.

"Look here, Greenbean, you aren't gonna like what I'm about to say, so brace yourself."

"Just say it," I hopped down from my seat on the counter.

"You aren't gonna be the newbie anymore."

"Wait! There's someone in the box? Is that why that alarm went off? What the heck- it's been a month already?"

"Wow, one question at a time, Green-"

"Brianne. I think, you should call me Brianne from now on. Technically, 'Greenie' isn't a correct term for me anymore."

Frypan grunted and rolled his eyes, "Fine, Brianne, we have to go and welcome our newcomer."

"Right now?"

"Well, yah. That alarm sounds about 30 minutes before the box arrives," He glanced at his watch.

"I really want one of those," I commented, looking at his time counting device.

"Work hard and maybe you'll earn one someday."

"Yah right, working hard doesn't seem to come easily to me."

"You're how old?"

"I don't know- Sixteen?- Hey, why are you asking me a question I don't know the answer to?"

"I'll ask anything to get you to shut up."

"I really feel like knocking this over." I touched the center pole that held the makeshift 'kitchen' up.

"Go ahead and destroy the kitchen. You've done it before, you might as well do it again."

"That wasn't me, I swear. I've done a lot of stupid things, but burning down your kitchen wasn't one of them."

"I'm still skeptical about you."

"Oh, you should be. I mean, I'm obviously one of the creators who tormented all of the gladers and created this maze," I rolled my eyes, "Obviously. Come on, I'm so threatening and I killed Stephan using my powerful mind control. And I also have a prayer-time with my fellow demons every night in my dreams."

"You have dreams?"

"Sometimes, why?"

"You're not supposed to. Thats one of the many disadvantages of having no memory; nobody here has dreams."

"I don't have them- I lied. What even are dreams-?"

"What do you dream about?"

"Nothing, I don't dream about anything. I was kidding, I wish I had dreams."

"If you were serious, then you should tell Nick or Alby."

"I promise, I'm only joking. Did you not hear the part of my sentence before 'in my dreams'? I said that I meet with my fellow demon creators. I'm obviously just joking around."

"You shouldn't joke about things like that."

"Why?"

Frypan looked over my shoulder, out into the open glade. Groups of teens were all walking towards the box, "Cause they might start believing you."

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"So we just wait?"

Victoria quickly flicked her eyes at me, "Yes, we just stand and wait."

"That sounds like sarcasm, but I feel like you're being serious."

"Good, because I am."

"What's wrong? You seem kind of, I don't know, agitated? Upset? Annoyed?"

"Wow, you're so observant."

"You can talk to me."

"Sorry, I'm not super cheery today. Maybe you should go talk to your friend Clare-"

"Is that what you're upset about? Victoria don't be jealous! I spoke to her once. Nobody could replace you as my best friend and that's final."

"I'm not jealous. I don't get jealous."

"Sure, so if I dared Amelia to go kiss Minho, you wouldn't even think twice about it?"

"This conversation is over."

"That's what I thought: you like Minho."

"I don't, but look- I'm sorry for being such a girl. I'm not jealous."

I decided to let the topic drop, feeling that it wouldn't better either of us to continue arguing. Instead, I asked, "So I guess my time as newbie is over?"

"Yah, no more Greenie jokes."

"Oh man, I might miss 'em a little-"

"Shut up, you definitely hate those nicknames," Victoria smiled.

"The kid in the box; it's a boy, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. Another buggin' dude."

I looked around at the other gladers who were standing around the box. Alby and Nick were just arriving, pushing their way to the middle of the crowd.

"Is this what happened when I got sent up?"

"Yep," Victoria answered shortly.

"It kind of makes my stomach turn: remembering what it felt like in there. I feel bad for the poor kid who's coming next."

"I know what you're saying. I almost feel bad watching the newbie stumble around, absolutely clueless as everyone laughs at 'em, too. But we all get our time as Greenie."

"I just don't get how that box operates, ya' know? Who throws us in there? And it's even odder that the box shows up every month at the same time. Somebody's gotta be watching us."

"No klunk, genius. Thats why those beetleblades are running around, watching our every move," Victoria took a deep breath, "I imagine the creators sitting around a big table, dipping donuts into their coffees, watching us. I bet they find joy in every hard time we go through."

"Do you think they control things? Like the grievers and the walls? Maybe they even control us."

"Like mind control?"

"Who knows? Its possible. Sometimes I get this weird feeling, like this second conscious. Maybe that's them?"

"Or maybe you're just insane," Victoria laughed off my comment, "Don't you think that's a little far fetched?"

"I woke up with no memory in a box; nothing is impossible."

I was being completely serious. What if someone's controlling us? It's not that crazy. I mean, if they can erase memories, they must have some type of dominance over our senses.

"That is very true. But, I still thinks it's a little crazy to believe that someone's controlling us."

"Don't you feel it sometimes? Like this urge to do something. To say something out of the ordinary. You're telling me that that's never happened to you?"

"Never."

"And I know that I'm not supposed to talk about this but- I've had dreams."

"Brianne, we're in public-" Victoria looked around frantically, hoping that nobody was listening.

"But they aren't just random dreams. I- I think they're memories."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because they're about Newt. And I keep getting this glimpse of writing in my dreams. W-C- no, maybe T? I don't know what it is. but I've seen it three times."

"Brianne, chill. This is so much to take in. You have to tell Nick! Those dreams or memories or whatever you want to call them, could be important."

"You can't make me tell him. You have to promise me, Victoria, that you'll keep this secret between us."

"Fine, but he'll have to know eventually."

"But, back to what I was saying, somebody could be controlling us. I mean, how crazy is that?"

"Insane."

"Imagine the types of machinery and technology someone would have to possess to do that though. Imagine the cost of funding a place like this? What if we're not even outside? The weather is so perfect, do you think it's possible for weather to be this perfect?"

"I don't know."

"And the walls, how could someone control something like that?- Have you even thrown anything into the air? What if it hit a ceiling?"

"You're acting ridiculous."

"Never-mind, I take that previous idea back- How could we be inside?" I prayed we weren't. Just the thought of not only being trapped in a maze, but being underneath a confined ceiling, made me feel even more trapped than before, "What if just outside of the maze is the whole world? And people are just living and walking around with their memories! Imagine if one day we escaped the maze only to be in a big city- The possibilities are endless."

"You're thinking too far into this. Did it ever occur to you that maybe this is it? There are no exits and the maze is the whole world."

"Way to ruin my fun. I was just thinking."

"And I was just being a shucking realist."

"Can I ask one more thing? It's more important than any other question I've asked."

"Sure," She mumbled.

"Why are we here?" And Victoria didn't answer, because she knew, along with everyone else, that there really was no logical explanation to my question.

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~~~Third Person Pov~~~

"Budget cuts!?" Janson yelled, as he read the computer printed letter that the WICKED committee had sent to the Maze A laboratory, "This is unacceptable! We need all of the resources we can get."

"I know, I fought tooth and nail against it, but its impossible, Janson. We've spent 1.5 million dollars more than the other lab." Karen said, taking the letter from him.

"Impossible. We haven't exceeded any budget limits. How can they expect us to just cut things out of our plan? I refuse to do that."

"Something has to go-"

"No! Nothing in my experiment will change. Every penny spent is spent with purpose. We're WICKED; since when do we have a budget?!"

"We don't. And this is only a warning. The committee just doesn't want us throwing money away."

"We aren't!"

"I know, but we need to think this through. What are we spending the most money on?"

"What do you mean?"

"The charts. What do the charts say? How much money is being spent and what is the spent money funding?"

"I have no idea. Are we supposed to chart our spendings?" Janson asked, totally confused.

"Of course! You're telling me that you haven't been keeping track of our purchases?!"

"I didn't-"

"Well, it's a darn good thing that I have. You're lucky to have an assistant as great as me."

"Shut up," Janson muttered passively, "So, what do the charts say?"

"The charts say that we are putting too much money into our subjects?"

"How can that be?" The two sat in silence, mulling over the facts. How could Maze A be spending more money than it's twin? Both mazes are identical with its plans. How could one spend more than the other?

"Brianne." Karen finally stated.

"What about her? Are we seriously having this argument again?"

"It's because we added her into the maze. Thats why our overall resources are higher. We had to perform the swipe on an extra person. The swipe isn't an easy procedure."

"So, since we have another subject, we're consequently spending more?"

"Exactly, and if the committee looks into this situation, they'll see the unknown subject. And then the Chancellor will find out and we could both be fired," Karen couldn't hide the panic in her voice. This was it, she was going to lose her job, "I knew this was a bad idea!"

"Calm down. Nothing has even happened yet."

"But they will look into the problem and find the solution; killing a subject. The most funded and closely watched subject will be the first to go."

"Who would they get rid of?" Neither worker wanted to say it, but as they looked at the list of subjects, they both knew which would go.

"I have a feeling that if Subject 5 was gone, our maze would not nearly need-"

"Don't go there," Janson said.

"What? I'm just stating the facts, Janson. If we didn't use so much control and technology on him, our maze would run a lower expense."

"I know where you're going with this and no."

"I'm just trying to keep all of our subjects alive. Maybe we should lessen our reigns on him. I would never kill one of our subjects."

"You think that would work?"

"For now, yes. The less control, the less attention the committee will give to our maze."

"I was always afraid of the day when we'd have to let him go."

"He's smarter than you think and he has the girl there with him."

"He's been so bad lately- can't we just wait a little longer?" Janson asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, it has to be now. And if anything goes wrong, we'll just gradually strengthen our control. I mean, come on, Janson, one night isn't going to hurt him."

"Okay, I know. It's just going to be hard, down in that maze." Janson turned the dial of control on Subject A-5 all the way down, "Now we wait, I guess."

"Wow, the Psychics work quickly," A noise sounded, as the Psychics faxed to the lab the new predictions and plans of action, "Oh no."

"What? What is it? How could things go wrong this quickly?" Janson asked, panicked.

"Things haven't gone wrong yet. But the Psychics are never wrong in their well thought out plans of action."

"Show me the paper!"

"They've predicted that Newt will kill himself."

"That's their plan? Yah, right like we'd let that happen," Janson thought for a second, "Maybe we should let it happen."

"What?! Didn't we just agree not to let him go?! I thought we decided to be pro-life on this."

"We've been directing him and helping him for over a year now. Maybe we should just-"

"No way, we can't do that."

"They're planning an investigation, Karen. They'll notice that we're spending too much time on Newt and Brianne. We should let Newt do what he wants. Free will."

"This is ridiculous-" Karen ran her hands through her hair, as the door to the lab opened.

"Chancellor!" Janson shouted, trying to warn Karen not to continue her sentence.

"Good afternoon, Janson." The woman said, giving a quick nod.

"What are you doing here?"

"Am I not allowed near my experiments?"

"No, it's fine, you just normally don't visit, that's all."

"I've been told that things aren't running very smoothly in Maze A. Why's that?"

"No reason, everything is going fine in our Maze." Karen answered.

"You've spent so much more time and money on these subjects than the other maze has. Don't you see why that would be an issue?"

"Yes, but I have full confidence that Maze A is perfectly fine."

"I don't. Why is it that more resources are being spent?"

"No reason at all. Theres nothing different about our maze."

"I trust you, Janson, but I really don't. You must follow our protocol. The plans you've been avoiding have to come to pass eventually."

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

"I'm gonna go look for Newt," I said standing from my seat around the fire.

Victoria tugged on my arm, "You sure? It's practically bed time."

"I have the night shift," I shrugged my shoulders. I was the Medjack for the night even though only like one person was sick right now. But who knows, people always seem to get hurt when it's my turn to help.

"I'll sleep inside with you. So see ya' in a bit."

It was currently about- lets say nine at night. And by the looks of it, nobody was going to bed anytime soon. Everyone was too excited about the newbie.

Honestly, I'm just excited that all of the Newbie, Greenie, and Greenbean jokes won't be thrown at me anymore. And I could finally relax without someone watching my every move.

This is what my life will be like.

It's not awful.

Actually it's not bad at all.

I think I've found my place. And this glade isn't as dangerous or threatening as I first thought.

I'm not becoming complacent, but I'm not thirsty for a fight like I was when I first came here.

I laughed, thinking back to when I was sent into the maze last month. I basically owned the place.

But the new kids reaction to waking up in the box was so sad. He barely took one glance at the group of us before he burst into tears. I felt so bad, he's such a cute little kid, too.

After searching for Newt in the groups of people milling about, I finally spotted him sitting on the steps in front of the homestead with the curly haired Greenie. I should really stop using Glader terms; even in my mind they don't flow right.

"Brianne!" Newt said, as I walked up to them, "Have you met my lil' buddy, yet?" Newt reached over and ran his hand through the young boy's messy curls.

"I haven't," I laughed, happy to see that nobody was still crying.

"Well, Brianne this is Chuck; Chuck this is my girlfriend," Newt winked at me.

"Nice introductions, Newt." I rolled my eyes, and took a seat next to them.

Chuck smiled to himself, his chubby cheeks turning pink, "Hey," He said passively.

"Gosh, don't get too excited, Chuckie. You've only just met the prettiest girl in the glade," Newt laughed sarcastically, "Other than Minho, of course."

Not gonna lie, this was cute. Newt was being cute. Too cute if you ask me, but I'm not complaining.

I just feel like he puts on this mask, sometimes, to hide how he really feels. And it's always when I'm practically on the verge of breaking through to him and learning about who he really is, that he hides again.

Tonight, I'm settling my worries once and for all, though. I need to. These past days Newt has been far from himself and even farther from okay. We've bonded in emotional ways that I don't even understand.

But as I sit here on the steps of the homestead with the boy my mind is addicted to, things don't feel so bad. Yes, the sky was dark, but the sky would be bright again tomorrow. And yes, there was an awkward inch or so between me and Newt, but I swear I could almost feel the warmth radiating off of him. And the glade was full of people, but I only cared about Newt. And my heart was beating fast as Newt's hand gently rested on my leg, but my mind relaxed as though this was only the beginning of our twisted romance novel. As if we had only written the first chapter. This book, one that I desperately wanted to read.

"So, I'll see ya' around!" Newt called after Chuck as he sauntered away. Newt turned to face me fully, "Wanna go for a walk?"

"Sure," I answered, brushing my shorts off as I stood from the dirty stairs. Newt's hand grabbed mine and we began walking. I let him lead, not really sure where he was taking us at first. But realized as we continued, that we were approaching the sleeping quarters, "So, what's up?"

"I just need to talk to you," Newt gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, that didn't end up being too reassuring.

"Okay," I whispered, before finally trying to make real conversation, "Chuck seems like a nice kid."

"Yah, he's a little annoying, but his age and the fact that I feel bad for him make up for it."

"How can you say he's annoying- He's so cute."

"I only use the word cute when I'm talking about you. All other times it's complete sarcasm."

"How cute," I smirked.

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"It's getting pretty late. I should probably go-" But before I could finish my sentence, I felt Newt's hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me back. Newt and I hadn't really talked much once we got to the sleeping area. And no that doesn't mean we made out the whole time either. It's just that the conversations we had had weren't of importance. We couldn't talk about the important things, because despite the party going on in the glade, people were still around.

"Stay."

"I can't- I mean, I shouldn't," I looked back at Newt, his eyes begging me to stay, "Its not that I don't want to; it's that I really can't."

Newt seemed to get a very distanced look on his face, his focus moving from me to the ground, "I know, it was a stupid question."

"No- It's not! It's just that I have to work tonight," I took a step closer to him. My hand gently pushed his chin up, so that he was forced to look at me, "Tomorrow?" Newt gave me a quick, forced smile; one of the saddest smiles I think I've ever seen, "Is that a yes?" I smiled back at him, trying to stop whatever emotional battle Newt was fighting.

"What if we don't get tomorrow?" He finally asked.

"What makes you ask a question like that?" I mean, yah you can die in your sleep, but the probability of us not having a tomorrow is very small.

"I don't know. It's always possible." Newt sighed, closing his eyes for a second.

"Are you okay?"

"Yah, I'm fine, I just," He stopped for a seconds, fumbling for the right words, "I worry."

"I do too," I decided now was the perfect time to bring up my questions about Newt's eating patterns. I glanced around quickly, making sure that nobody was too close to us, "What have you eaten today?"

"What?"

"What'd you eat today?" I asked with a little more confidence.

"Why are you asking? I ate what everyone else ate."

"Newt that's a lie, and you and I both know it."

"I ate."

"What did you eat today?"

"Brianne, I don't feel like talking about this-"

"Newt, if there's nothing you're hiding, then you'd have no problem talking about this topic."

"Did Minho tell you to ask me that?" Newt asked quietly.

"No, why?"

"Because only he knows- look, why are you asking me stupid questions? I love you and I'd tell you anything, but-"

"There shouldn't be a continuation of that sentence. It should end with 'I'd tell you anything'; no buts or ifs or any of that."

"I don't need you to take care of me. I can do that myself." Newt gave me a cold glance.

"Obviously. I'm sorry for pushing, but I'm just trying to show that I love you, okay? I'm worried that you aren't eating. And that you're depressed. And that you need serious help. Help that I can't give you."

"You don't really care."

"But I do, Newt. If I didn't care, I wouldn't ask," I huffed, "Now answer my question: have you eaten anything today?"

"Yah, I have," He gave me a smug look.

"What'd you have?" I gave him the same look back.

"I ate an orange this morning and I had a roll for dinner."

"Newt."

"I drank plenty of water," He tried to justify his lack of eating.

"Why? Why aren't you eating enough?"

"I don't know."

"It's not good for you. You're slowly killing yourself. Is that what you want? Do you want your body to slowly eat itself? If so, then thats the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The glade has plenty of food-"

"I don't want to waste it."

"What the heck is that suppose to mean? You're a Runner, Newt. Actually you're Keeper of the Runners, out of anyone here you deserve food the most."

"I don't want to be a Keeper anymore."

"Why?"

"Because I can't. So, I'm quitting tomorrow."

"Newt- What are you talking about? This conversation is so confusing," I massaged my aching temples, "Why are you quitting?"

"I don't deserve it."

"You don't deserve what?"

"To be a Keeper."

"Who said that?" I was getting angry. Why would someone tell Newt he didn't deserve to be a Keeper? That's insane. Newt is one of the best people in this glade and he deserves that position more than anyone else does, "Newt, I will literally fight whoever said that-"

"I did. I said it."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't deserve to be a Runner."

"I- I don't even know what to say. You've literally rendered me speechless. Not in a good way, though."

"I know, my life is sickening. I tried to warn you. I pull people closer and they get hurt. You can say you hate me. It's okay."

"I love you."

"You can't possibly love me. I just told you that I starve myself. I told you that I'm quitting running tomorrow. I'm depressed. I hate myself. And yet, you still love me?"

"Of course."

"That's what I've been scared of."

"What?"

"That I'll kill you, while I kill myself."

"What do you mean?" My heart started beating faster. Newt must be speaking metaphorically. He can't really want to kill himself? Can he?

"I'm gonna destroy you; pull you down with my sadness. I don't want to do that. I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't hurt me, Newt. I love you and that's final."

"I love you too."

"Then love me. Just love me. I need you more than you know."

"Nobody needs me."

"You always say that and I always cringe, because its a false statement. If you're going to alter my world with your words, at least make them true."

"I'm so bloody scared that I'm making the same mistakes again."

"Why?"

"Because, this is what happened with Amelia."

Yes, finally informations about their relationship! "What happened?"

"I let her close to me. Told her everything. Trusted her with my darkest secrets, hoping that she would save me. I was stupid."

"You're not stupid-"

"I believed that a liar could save me. She broke my heart. Told me to kill myself. Told me I was worthless, after I told her that I already felt invisible."

"So you think that I'm just like Amelia?" That was a stupid question; I'm nothing like Amelia. Newt knows that. Everyone knows that.

"No, but yes. I think that you don't know what you're getting yourself into."

"I know what I'm doing. Just like you do. I know that you're aware that starving your body of proper nutrients is killing it, but you're doing it because you want to. I'm loving you because I want to."

"You're such a medjack sometimes."

"I'm just stating the facts, Newt."

"I know. I'm sorry for burdening you. It's late and you need sleep." He wrapped his arms around me.

"You're not a burden. Please stop saying that."

"Okay, fine, I'll stop as long as you don't give up on me."

"I would never."

"That's what Amelia said, too. She became my own personal Medjack: tried to save me."

"Well, lucky for you, I'm an actual Medjack." I hugged Newt back a little tighter.

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~~~Newt's Pov~~~

I hugged Brianne for a few seconds longer, "I already miss you."

"I haven't even left yet," She mumbled into my shoulder.

"Exactly my point," Brianne relaxed against me, "I love you."

"I love you, Newt." She said, laughing. I know she thinks this is all random. And she's right. Our conversation has twisted and turned into a deep conversation about life. A conversation that I needed to have before I made my final decision.

I let my arms fall to my sides, as I nodded. I looked at Brianne, and my throat swelled up, tears made their way to the rims of my eyes. I'd been so strong until now. My voice had been steady and my body had remained tough, but this was the hardest part. The goodbye.

"You okay?" Brianne asked, her hand wiping away the tear that was rolling down my cheek.

I nodded again, putting on a strong face, "Yah."

"Don't lie." She pushed, "You can tell me anything. You can trust me. This is what I've been saying for the past twenty minutes."

"I know."

"So what's bothering you?"

"It's nothing. I promise." Another empty promise. Another disappointment.

"Like I said before, I worry about you."

"You shouldn't," She gave me a look, "Really, I'm fine."

"These sad times, Newt: they don't last forever." Brianne smiled, and then shook her head, "It's really late, isn't it?- Do you know what time it is? I need to give what's-his-face medicine every hour."

I looked down at my watch.

I wouldn't need this anymore.

I unclipped it from my wrist, ignoring Brianne's confused glance.

"10:37." I handed her the ticking device.

"I can't take this from you."

"I'll get it back in the morning," Without waiting for her response, I fastened the watch around her small wrist, "A gift, from me to you."

"No way, Newt, this is yours."

"Just take it."

"Promise me you'll come and take it back in the morning?"

"Fine, but I won't need it after tomorrow anyway. I'm quitting remember," I just got the words out, before my throat swelled up again.I was basically telling Brianne my plans without actually telling her.

I was quitting; but my case was just a little more serious than she thought.

"You're really quitting?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I support you. If you don't want to run, you don't have to. Your happiness is most important."

Ugh, Brianne's so perfect. I hate myself for doing this. I hate myself for giving up. I hate myself for being weak. I hate myself for hating myself.

Brianne should be with someone like Minho once I'm gone. He'd be perfect for her. He's strong and secure in himself.

Brianne quickly kissed me, "Well, I guess I should go now."

"Yep." I repeated, feeling panicky. This was it. My heart felt so heavy and my legs were shaking. Say something you idiot. This was it. This was the last time you'd see Brianne, "I'm sorry." I barely got out.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry," I took a deep breath, "for everything."

What a sucky thing to say, Newt. What are you trying to do, clear your guilty conscious? It's not gonna work. How's Brianne gonna feel when you don't return from the maze tomorrow?

Haha, try clearing your conscious of that, buddy.

"I told you, it's fine. I want to help you. Maybe Amelia couldn't save you, but I'm not her."

"Okay." I whispered, feeling awful again. Don't let Brianne leave! She can't. You're not done, "I love you!" I shouted as Brianne began walking away.

"I know, I love you, too-" She laughed, as she gave me a quizzical look.

"Unattainably and uncontrollably, forever." I finished, biting my tongue.

"Forever," Brianne smiled, the skin beside her eyes crinkling.

Let her go.

I smiled, and waved at her as she backed up a few steps.

What the heck, Newt? Don't let her leave. Say something else.

But I didn't say anything and that seemed to be a big problem of mine.

I couldn't let her go, but I had to. For her sake.

It's for the best. Forever never really lasts forever.

Brianne began walking away again, but stopped just before she left my little sleeping area. With one foot already outside, she said, "Goodnight, Newt."

But little did she know that this was it. Goodnight was a final goodbye.

I hesitated, before finally mumbling a weak "Goodbye." But it was too late; she was already gone and, I mean, hey, so was I.

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~~~Author's Notes~~~

Once again, I am so sorry for my lack of updating and I'm also sorry for this crap chapter. I just feel like we finally need to move forward, SO ONWARD WE GO! To Love is about to take a turn down a very upsetting road, so I'm not too happy about that, BUT I am happy with how I'm going to write the next part of this story. It's dark and kind if depressing but it'll all work out for good in the end.

AHHHH I JUST HAVEN'T TALKED TO YOU GUYS IN SO LONG! So much has happened in my life and I just haven't been updating, but I'm back. And I'm on spring break, so I am going to have hours and hours of writing time each day. UPDATES ARE COMING SOON!!

And lastly, I'd just like to thank everyone who is still reading To Love. So many new users have been commenting and voting and I want to thank you all!!! I haven't been in the best mood lately, but seeing you guys on here supporting me really helps!! ILY ALL AND I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON!!! BYEEEE!!!!!

*BTW: TST PICTURES MAKE ME CRY, I WANT A TRAILER SO BADLY OMGAHJDKFKG*