Newt could never get used to living as a proper human. There was so many things he had to learn, to understand, and to comprehend. Sure, Its better than The Maze or that Scorched Heat, he didn't have to worry about him or his friends dying, and he sure as hell will make sure Thomas still is.
The first time Thomas woke up to this reality–he cried. He saw encryption's he suddenly can read, and pictures of his friends–his Newt, smiling ear to ear, staring longingly at 'him.' He was lost–he was in some random dormitory, rooming with another person he couldn't care less to know the name of, he had to find Newt.
Along the way, he met Teresa and Brenda , disoriented–and blocking his way past the hall. Brenda was hyperventilating, muttering words he couldn't understand except a sentence 'How is this possible, you shouldn't be alive.' She had said between sobs, clinging desperately and longingly at Teresa .
He approached the situation with caution–desperate to leave, but worried about Teresa. As soon as Teresa saw, she came barreling at him, desperate for kinship–to prove he was alive. Now, in the past, this would've crafted him into a blushing mess–but all he felt was emptiness, and relief. He was not alone.
Along with Brenda and Teresa, he searched the corridors, room to room, asking people if they saw A tall, level-headed male with blond hair and a beautiful set of eyes named Newt. The answer was mostly the same, In the Maze Garden.
It would mostly be ad his quest to find that tough-headed fool breeze–if only he knew where the Maze was. He continue he loved. But Of course what's life without hindrance, his path was once again blocked by bothersome people. This time it was his black haired Bestfriend , together with Ben. He couldn't comprehend to think about it for now, sprinting past, worrying but knowing Minho could handle himself, but he also wondered why Minho was groveling, on his knees and tears pouring down his face, begging the blond for forgiveness. He cared and worried, but he needed to see Newt.
He didn't realize Brenda and Teresa observed the spectacle in the middle of the hall when, occupied by the thought of seeing Newt again. He went out the corridors and out the building, scaling and scanning the scenery–green and full of life, a scene he thought he'd never see in his lifetime–which became half true. He looked outside, running along the walls–and came to a halt when he saw the beautiful Maze , filled with flowers, the same flowers that were on that stupid Garden Newt had back at the Glade.
Standing in the middle was a disheveled and disoriented Newt, lost and worried, eyes dilated as he looked around for something–someone. And he found it mere seconds later, the worried look replaced by one of adoration and love, hands opened and welcoming Thomas home.
He wasted no time and ran towards Newt in a drop of a heartbeat, his breathing quickened, feeling the warm heat of Newt’s body pressed against him, to feel his heartbeat still there, skin warm and not entirely pale. "Cheer up." Newt’s voice whispered, delicately pressing a thumb over Thomas’ cheek as a sign of comfort, offering a small smile. Thomas raised his gaze at him, holding Newt’s hand, trailing his fingers to his pulse to feel it beat.
Tears started pooling, his heart still beating, and his eyes still held significance, gazing at him with so much adoration. He can see a mirth of sorrow and endless apologies, this was his Newt. The Newt he lost.
"Newt?" He murmured quietly, a silent confirmation to know if it was real, that he deserved this happy ending. Newt shared a reassuring glance, pressing their foreheads together like it was just and right. "I'm sorry I left you." He comforted, his voice soothing as he looked at him, his eyes holding something deeper and sorrowful than love. "I didn't think you would have cared that’s much if I died. Don't cry for me. I don't deserve for you to shed tears over me." He mumbled, a sweet smile still plastered, caressing his face.
Somehow that hit a nerve from Thomas, how was he supposed to not mourn the death of his beloved? Just because he found out too late, doesn't make it any less painful. He died sacrificing for me! Nonexistent gods be damned.
"I never asked you to go with me to save Minho. You—you should have stayed with Gally! You could have lived—you should have lived. So why? Why did you care so much for me, even when I wouldn’t have spared you a second glance, busy pondering ever Teresa?" He confronted Newt, prodding his chest, his voice laced with venom. Newt should've lived, not Thomas. Newt.
Newt simply smiled, letting Newt let it out before he simply answered. "I could never live in a world where you didn't exist." Newt believed–true to heart that his death wouldn't affect Thomas, that maybe a glance or too would be the only thing he got, he wanted to not burden Thomas more, he was nothing–to everyone and anyone, even to his everything.
"You shouldn't went with me to get Minho–you should’ve stayed with Gally! Why did you come with me–why would you stay with me?" Thomas quipped, lips pursed in anger. "You had the chance to get the serum, and yet you chased after me, why couldn't you just stayed with Gally!" He asked more forcibly, tears falling down more.
"I could never leave you. Didn’t I tell you? A life without you isn’t a life worth living, I would follow you anywhere." Newt said, a smile still plastered on his face.
Thomas’ voice hitched, his eyes dark with something deeper than sorrow. He admitted, "I’ve always loved you. From the moment you treated me like a person. You were the first to truly see me. I still remember it—I felt a stare, turned, and there you were. I should have ignored it. I tried. I told myself not to get attached. But then I saw you walk towards me, and I couldn’t let go."
His grip tightened, as if the memory itself hurt.
"You were the epitome of a leader, tactical, understand, but also Reckless. Stupid. Brave. And that was it. That was when I fell."
He let out a shaky breath.
"Every day, as I watched you, as I learned who you really were, I fell harder. I never stood a chance. And by the time I realized I couldn’t live without you… it was already too late. Because that was when I finally started to feel alive."
Thomas heaved, knees buckled in front of Newt, he was begging–for something, could be love, could be closure, something that would stop Newt from leaving him, again. Tears trickled, and Newt has never seen a more beautiful angel crying.
"I'm sorry you feel like you were alone in the times you needed me most, I never meant to hurt you this much. I wish I could tell you I’ll move on, that I’ll be okay—but you saw it firsthand. You know the truth."
He looked up at Newt, still on his knees, a bitter smile flickered across his lips, eyes clouded with something unspoken.
"I think I was meant to love you, even if you were never meant to love me back. And despite everything… despite the pain, despite the consequences… I would choose you. Every time."
"I hate you." Newt murmured, looking down at Thomas.
"Newt–I love you, Newt–" Thomas panicked, breath short and quick, scared he was about to loose Newt forever. "I hate you." Newt repeated, his tears falling, no resentment, only pain and suffering. "I've loved you since the moment I've known you, Newt–I love you, I'm sorry–okay, Please, Newt. Please...don't leave me–" He pleaded, entirely on the floor, holding Newt’s wrist tightly, refusing to let go and let him leave.
"I know–I love you too." Newt sobbed, kneeling with him, hands intertwined with Thomas as their lips met, intertwined. The God's were listening, they gave Thomas the chance to write his wrongs.
Sure, their love story was as messy as can be, but what's more enthralling was the fact his wish to experience a normal teenage life from the gods came with godforsaken review work.
Knees deep, focused on the paper, he drank his 4th cup of coffee, he was angry, tired, restless and most importantly, sad. There was still time before Thomas came home, and he's been spiraling in their shared dorm room about review work.
He tried to reread again when he suddenly heard the doors open–he stood up immediately, barreling through the front door and into Thomas' arms. To which Thomas happily reciprocated, squeezing him tightly in a hug. Even while he was stuck planting flowers–for him, he still looked breathtaking. Mind you the Maze was literally in front of their dorm, he was just too preoccupied to notice.
"Took you long enough." Newt murmured, getting carried by Thomas towards where he originally was, The living room table. Leaving Newt down where he was, Thomas picked up the mess silently, taking care of his boyfriend immediately. He heated up soup–easy to digest food for Newt to stomach.
As he changed clothes and went back to the living room, he laughed at the sight, Newt was splayed across the living room floor, lost and confused. He saw Thomas and immediately smiled.
"Need help?" Asked Thomas, sitting next to him and admired his handwriting, reading the text written and immediately understanding. "I can explain it on my own words for you, Newt." He said, earning an appreciative grunt, watching Newt squirm to lay his head on Thomas' lap.
"Active And Passive Voice. First you need to understand and comprehend before we continue is that the subject of a sentence always comes before the verb. So basically, subject, then verb, then lastly object." Thomas calmly explained, his left hand stroking her head gently."For example, ‘Gally cleans the house.' Gally is the subject, cleans is the verb and the house is the object." Thomas paused then continued.
"Agent is the person or thing that performs there action. Now for passive, the subject and object are switched so te example is now 'The house was cleaned by Gally.' "The house is the object, the verb is now cleaned and the subject is Gally." He confidently said. "Active is a subject that performs the action, meanwhile Passive is the one receives the action." He paused for a while, checking Newt out if he was okay, or awake. " Bonus facts, The subject and agent is the same for active, switch the subject and object for passive and use passive when the user is unknown or unimportant." Thankful, Newt kissed Thomas’ stomach then laid comfortably again.
"Now for How to write a play review, let's start with a factual check, the star ratings came from Hotel industries. Review is subjective (opinionated) but educated response to a piece of theatre."
"Reviewer should have a strong background in theatre so their opinion is informed & credible. Reviews are important since it can affect the popularity of the show, it can make it prosper or flunk fast and hard with one negative or positive review." He hummed softly, gently for Newt.
"Lyn Gardner said that have attitude while writing/ preparing for a play review, that there is no right or wrong answer. (Personal Response or opinion)." He huffed, then went on "She also recommended some tips for reviewing and rating a play, to be honest, back up your opinion (why's), ask yourself question (what, who, where?), and lastly to get something down as soon as possible." Thomas sighed and repeated the last part of the review. "Now for the Suggested format of a short play review. First is Introduction, your introductory paragraph should describe what you saw on stage. You should also give context for the play, such as the playwright or composer of the play and where the play is being staged. It should cover basic information about the play, including the full title of the play. Where did you see the show? When did you see the show? Who wrote the show? Who directed the show? Name the playwright, the director, and the name of the production company." He read off the reviewer.
"Second is Plot Summary, briefly summarize the plot of the play. Third is Performance, discuss the acting and directing. React to the performers playing the characters in the play. Fourth, Design Elements, describe the design elements of the production, such as the lighting, sound, costumes, make up, and set and props. And lastly, Reaction. React to the play as a whole. Would you recommend the play to potential audience members? You can also include a recommendation, like a star rating or a thumbs up/thumbs down." He completed his read and realized Newt was asleep.
Silently he stood and carried his world in his arms, right before pulling him in bed next to. him, he deserved a break, they both do. Thomas laid beside him, love in his eyes, thanking the gods they gave Newt back to him. His gaze lingered longer, appreciating his lovers features, the same features he thought he'd never see again. Content, he sqeezed Newt's hand, gentle but firm, never letting him go.