Newt

After Thomas led everyone into the labyrinth, you stayed with Gally. Newt thought you were dead. It took a long time before you met again—exhausted, survivors, but still whole. He saw you when you and Gally found them in the new city of Scorch. Newt's eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost. Later, when you were alone, the conversation quickly escalated.

• I didn't want this. He clenched his fists, standing before you with a tense back

• Then you shouldn't have left. You pressed your lips together, a note of resentment ringing in your voice

• I had to leave. Newt raised his voice slightly, but more at himself than at you

• Why? You stepped forward, without breaking eye contact

• Because you don't love me anymore. He looked into your eyes for the first time, and they were brimming with pain.

• Well, I didn't even like you. You replied harshly, but your heart ached.

"There was nothing perfect about you." Newt breathed sharply, as if defending himself.

• You never showed me any respect. Your fingers trembled, but your voice remained steady.

• It's not true. He took a step towards you, quietly, almost pleadingly

• When you proposed to me, did you really want to marry me? Or did you just not want me to become a runner? You raised your head, almost defiantly

• I wanted to be happy. I wanted you to be happy. He said it too quickly, as if afraid he wouldn't have time to say it.

• Now I'm happy. Your shoulders straightened, your gaze became firm

• Okay. Newt nodded, his eyes glassy

• Okay. You turned slightly to the side, as if shielding yourself from him. Then you took a step back, taking a deep breath.

• I think we'd better be alone with ourselves. Let's continue our conversation tomorrow.
  You weren't expecting an answer, you just turned away. He turned and left. He didn't look back. But before disappearing around the corner, he stopped.

• Even if you don't love me anymore... I'm still glad you're alive. I always will be.
  His voice was quiet, but you remembered every word

After Thomas led everyone into the labyrinth, you stayed with Gally. Newt thought you were dead. It took a long time before you met again—exhausted, survivors, but still whole. He saw you when you and Gally found them in the new city of Scorch. Newt's eyes widened as if he'd seen a ghost. Later, when you were alone, the conversation quickly escalated.

• I didn't want this. He clenched his fists, standing before you with a tense back

• Then you shouldn't have left. You pressed your lips together, a note of resentment ringing in your voice

• I had to leave. Newt raised his voice slightly, but more at himself than at you

• Why? You stepped forward, without breaking eye contact

• Because you don't love me anymore. He looked into your eyes for the first time, and they were brimming with pain.

• Well, I didn't even like you. You replied harshly, but a pang of pain pierced your heart

"There was nothing perfect about you." Newt breathed sharply, as if defending himself.

• You never showed me any respect. Your fingers trembled, but your voice remained steady.

• It's not true. He took a step towards you, quietly, almost pleadingly

• When you proposed to me, did you really want to marry me? Or did you just not want me to become a runner? You raised your head, almost defiantly

• I wanted to be happy. I wanted you to be happy. He said it too quickly, as if afraid he wouldn't have time to say it.

• Now I'm happy. Your shoulders straightened, your gaze became firm

• Okay. Newt nodded, his eyes glassy

• Okay. You turned slightly to the side, as if shielding yourself from him. Then you took a step back, taking a deep breath.

• I think we'd better be alone with ourselves. Let's continue our conversation tomorrow.
  You weren't expecting an answer, you just turned away. He turned and left. He didn't look back. But before disappearing around the corner, he stopped.

• Even if you don't love me anymore... I'm still glad you're alive. I always will be.
  His voice was quiet, but you remembered every word