"KELLY, NO!"

His scream echoes through the Maze, a sound that would forever haunt me in my dreams. I could hear it tearing his vocal chords, burning his throat. I could hear the built up greif, and anguish, sorrow, regret, longing. I heard the tears strain his voice, and you could hear every ounce of his being built up into that horrible sound.

I can't take it anymore. I grab the vines with both hands, steadying myself. Why had I been so stupid?

"I'm coming down," I say, my voice cracking.

I slide down the vines slowly, ignoring the fact that they're tearing my palms to shreds. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, thinking about what I was about to do. If Newt wasn't here...

Newt saved me.

My feet hit the ground, and I wobble, trying to keep my balance. I look up at Newt's relieved face, tears still running down his cheeks. I wonder what he'll do to me-yell at me? Drag me back to the Glade?

Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me, burying his face in the side of my neck. My breath hitches before I hug him back, starting to sob into his shoulder.

"Shh, shh. It's okay."

I hug him tightly, taking in his smell. Freshly-cut grass and soap-comforting.

"Newt," I say shakily. "I was going to-"

"I know. I know. Don't think about it."

"But I could've-what if I did?"

"Don't worry. You didn't, you're safe now."

He rubs my back in small circles, and I slow my breathing, laying my head on his shoulder. The whole thing is confusing-especially his sudden behavior change, but I don't care at the moment. I don't care where I am, or who's watching. I want to stay this way forever.

Finally, after who knows how long, I've calmed down enough to reluctantly ease out of the hug. Newt hangs on to my hand, studying me. I'm still pretty shaken up, and I obviously look terrible.

Newt gently pulls me over to the wall and we sit down. He leans against the wall and sighs, closing his eyes. He never let go of my hand, but I'm not complaining.

"What did you mean?" I ask.

He opens his eyes and looks over at me, raising his eyebrows.

"You said...you tried it. You jumped too. What...what happened?"

He sighs and takes my other hand. "Did you ever wonder where I got my limp?"

I gasp. It couldn't be true.

"I tried to end my life, and It failed. All I got was this shuck limp, and it was the most painful thing. I couldn't walk for a month, and jumping didn't put me out of my misery-it created more. I couldn't..."

He looks down.

"I couldn't let you do that to yourself."

I sigh, shaking my heat. "Newt, you're too confusing. Why would you care about what happens to me? Now, you care so much about me and what I do to myself, but the past few weeks, you've-"

"I've acted like I hated you, I know. It was the worst way to act, because I could never...I wouldn't want you to..."

"Newt, you promised. You said you'd tell me. That's half the reason I'm not sprawled on the ground right now. Newt, I need to know you feel. I don't care if you tell me why, I just need to know."

He pauses for a moment, and then he spills it all. Every last word, reason, and feeling.