I hoped Newt might end up apologizing sooner or later, but definitely not like this.

The next day in the Glade-the day after our little "fight"-is terrible. I hadn't gotten any sleep the previous night, and I keep dozing off in the fields. The other Track-Hoes are constantly having to shake me awake, and I can tell they're getting tired of it.

When it's finally time for lunch, I sit alone-like I'd been doing for a while now. Sometimes Chuck or other Gladers would try to talk to me, but I'd usually shrug them off. Everyone knew very well that it was better to just leave me alone.

My eyes search the room for Newt, as always. Surprisingly I don't find him here, but I'm not complaining. I don't want to face his words, and I definitely don't want to tell him about the little epiphany I'd had last night.

"Alright, everybody up! Get back to work, you shanks!" Frypan calls.

I sigh. I'd barely eaten anything-a sure way to keep myself unenergized. I felt like giving up, not just with my work, but with life in the Glade.

Why even try anymore? When has my life here been anything but miserable?

With Newt. The only time my life was good was with Newt. And since I know that's never going to happen again, I have an idea.

It's probably the worst idea I've ever had. But I figure we're all going to die anyway, so why not.

I wanted to find Newt first, and tell him it wasn't his fault. it kind of was, but I didn't want him to have to live with the guilt.

I walk around the Glade, my eyes searching. I call his name a few times, even ask some other Gladers if they know where he is. No one knows.

I groan, giving up. If he's going to avoid me, that would be his problem.

I look around, making sure no one is watching, and then bolt towards the Maze. I'm getting closer and closer, only a few yards from the entrance, when somone tackles me from the side.

"What are you bloody doing?!" Newt cries, trying to pin me to the ground.

Great. Just who I was looking for.

"I was looking for you," I mutter, trying to distract him by looking in his eyes. It works, and I throw him off of me.

"Hey!" he protests, and I know I have no time to lose.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm bolting into the Maze with no sense of direction and no clue where I'm going. I can hear odd limping-running footsteps echoing behind me, and Newt's voice calling my name. I can tell I'm faster, and with every turn he falls back a little more.

After what seems like hours, I think I've lost him. Wasting no time, I force my tired limbs to pull me up the side of the Maze wall, using ivy vines as ropes. I'm breathing heavily when I reach my desired height, about 25 yards off of the ground.

"Kelly!" I hear Newt's voice getting closer to my hiding spot, and I try to quiet my heavy breaths.

Please don't turn down this passage.

Seconds after, Newt runs into the same area as me.

Shuck.

I can't see terror on his features, but it's obvious he's scared because of his stance. I try to be completely still, leaning my head back on the cool stone and taking small, quiet breaths.

Suddenly, my position shifts, and my foot slides on the stone wall. Pebbles escape the crack I was standing on and tumble to the ground, clattering to the floor loudly. I curse under my breath when Newt's eyes find me.

"What are you bloody doing? Get down from there!" he cries, horrified.

"Oh, look," I mutter quietly, "that's the first time you've talked to me without insulting me."

"Why are you up there!?" he repeats, running his hands through his hair.

"I wanted to tell you it wasn't your fault," I tell him, starting to loosen my grip on the vines.

"What? What isn't my fault? Everthing is my bloody fault!"

"Ah, yes, bloody. You may want to look away, I'm sure it'll be quite bloody."

I lean forward slightly, and I hear him gasp. He realizes.

"You weren't planning on jumping, were you!?"

I don't respond for a moment, letting go of the vines with one hand. Even though I'm still standing on the slightly-jutting-out crack, I wobble precariously, and he cries,

"Why? Why would you even try to do that?!"

"I have my reasons. And, are you planning on watching me? I promise, it'll be much more painful for you that way."

I let go with one finger.

"No! No, don't do it!" he screams, and I can hear tears in his voice. "It's not worth it!"

"How would you know?" I ask, only holding on with three fingers now. More pebbles fall from the crack, and my weight shifts again dangerously.

"Because I tried it, Kelly! I jumped, too! I was scared, and I tried to end my life!"

I hesitate. He's crying, and I hate that I feel the need to comfort him.

"Please," he begs, "don't do it. Come down here and talk. We can work this out, please."

"I don't know...," I mutter. Two fingers.

"Please, no! I'll tell you everything. Everything, I swear. I was a jerk, I know, but please, give me a chance to redeem myself."

"It takes all of this to make you apologize, huh?"

One finger.