Chapter Twenty Five
Amelia waited impatiently by the unopened doors that lead towards the Cliff for Minho, whom she practically had to corner last night to get a real conversation out of. While he agreed to Run with her, his attitude about the little Creator on her shoulder had not improved, and part of Amelia wondered if he wouldn't try to throw her off the Cliff himself. This didn't upset her though, she figured he would eventually come to terms with it. She had accepted that he was a hot head a long time ago.
As she began to stretch her legs for the third time she noticed Newt walking in her direction. The day was only dimly peaking over the walls, but even at the break of dawn she could tell it was him. She watched as he limped across the stone ground, memorizing his every move, studying how he looked away in a flushed state when he realized she was looking at him. His blond hair began to glow against the slow approaching sun and she swore, as she did every morning, that he had never looked so beautiful. He reached her and they kissed, exchanging giggles and 'good mornings'. "Minho's on his way," he said as they pulled away.
"Ah, grumbling about my treachery I assume?" she said in mockery.
"Ya know, I coulda sworn I heard somthin' about 'hopin' a Griever gets that crazy shuck'," he responded in the same tone, pausing for their laughter before continuing, "Nah. Believe me, if there's anythin' I know 'bout him is that he'll be over it soon. Just tends to be a bit stubborn that's all."
"Yeah, I figured after today we'll be good. All I have to do is win him with my charm once again," she batted her eyelashes dramatically, earning another smile from Newt, but it dropped all too quickly. With the sound of the doors opening next to them he furrowed his brow, suddenly serious in his words,
"Ames I wantcha to promise me somethin."
"What? What's going on?" she placed a hand on his cheek, which he removed and held between both his hands.
"I wantcha to promise me ya'll come back," he said, eyes filled with worry.
"Newt, what are you talking about? Of course I'll come back. Today's Run isn't even going to be that long," she said, placing her other hand over his.
"No that's not what I mean. Promise me, no matter what, that ya'll always come back. No matter where ya are, no matter what you're doin', thatcha will always come back to me. That you will always find me. 'Cause I'll always find you. Any day, any where, any lifetime, I will always come for ya. So promise me you'll do the same," he said, searching in her eyes. She smiled sweetly at him, but concern filled her heart.
"Why are you asking me this? Did something happen?" she asked, brushing his hair with her hands.
"No, I just . . . just promise me, okay?" he pleaded.
"Of course. Yes, yes I will always come for you," she promised, and while his unsure eyes betrayed him, he smiled confidently.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
"Oh. My. God. If this Cliff doesn't turn out to be anything I could always throw myself off of it," said Minho, who they turned to find with his arms crossed and a disgusted look on his face. They weren't sure how long he had been there, but Newt didn't seem to care. He only shoved him in chest humorously.
"Ah, suck it up ya big ugly shank," Newt said, earning a small laugh from Minho.
"Hey, you're the one who was late," Amelia added on, but was only met with his glare. He only rolled his eyes, gave Newt a pat on the shoulder, and sprinted out into the Maze. Amelia placed another kiss on Newt's lips, lingering much longer than needed, and then followed after him. She was ready to find a way home.