"The sweetest are the deadliest"
Newt.
There it was again, that voice. Newt stopped all he was doing and looked around. He knew she had to be here, her voice sounded so close. Once again, he looked around, hoping to see her; but was only greeted with the buzz of flies and the breeze that flowed through. Newt sighed and began running again.
Newt had been having these dreams, these thoughts. All of them consisted of this one girl. She had been stealing his dreams; her lips, her touch. Newt had craved the presence of a girl he didn't know, a girl that only existed in his dreams. But there was this one thought in the back of his head, a theory. What if it wasn't a dream? What if it was a memory? A memory of his old life, his life before the maze.
When Newt turned around a corner, there she was. Standing there looking beautiful in all her glory. Her brown hair falling into loose waves to her mid-back, chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight, there was his girl. He dropped whatever he was doing, his mouth fell open, and his eyes widened slightly. She smiled, revealing her pearly whites.
"Newt." There it was, her angelic voice. It was smooth, like music to his ears. Newt smiled. He wanted to reach out to her, pull her in his arms and never let her go, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. Newt wanted to call out to her, but how could he? He didn't even know her name.
Her smile faded and her face turned pale. "Wake up, Newt." The smile left his face, now his expression held curiosity. "What?"
"Wake up!" She now screamed. She ran in front of him, shaking his shoulders, screaming at him to wake up; until he finally did.
He jumped out of his hammock hitting the cold hard ground. His face was grimy and sweaty, breathing was short and labored. He looked around and finally calmed his breathing. Newt sighed and looked down in disappointment. He realized that it was just a dream. It will always be just a dream.
Or will it?