This is one of those scenes that just didn't fit into the story, because there wasn't enough space/time... But I loved writing this, and I found that you deserved it, because you've given me 1000 views and I never expected that to happen! Thank you so much, here is your reward! :)

"Hi, Flore. Mind if I sit here?"

Flore smiles as she hears Newt's voice, using exactly the same words as she used at their first real conversation.

"Of course not. Sit down."

She moves a bit to the side so that the blond boy can sit next to her, with his back against the tree.

It is late in the evening, but all of the Gladers are still awake, though most of them are sitting around the campfire. It seems to be some kind of a tradition, a party; everyone is laughing and dancing. Some Gladers have drinks in their hands, and Flore wonders if they really have alcohol, and if so, where they got it.

The glow of the fire covers the whole Glade in a warm orange. It makes the whole place look so much cosier, even though it is surrounded by concrete walls.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Newt asks her, as if he can read her mind.

She nods.

"We've been doing this for nearly two years, now," the blond boy goes on, sounding lost in his thoughts. "Every month. We started making the campfire on the day that the First Gladers got here. It reminds us of that first day. It was horrible, but we found peace at the fire. Nick gave us a speech so that we felt better about the whole situation."

Flore swallows difficultly at the name of their leader. The Gladers talk about him with so much feeling that it nearly feels like she actually knows him.

"Gladers," Newt says in a deep voice – he must be imitating Nick. "This morning we woke up with nothing. Nothing, but ourselves, each other, and the clothes on our bodies. Now look at what we've achieved already. We know each other's names, we've got something to eat, we've got warmth from the fire."

He wildly gestures at everything he enumerates, making Flore giggle.

"Who knows, what tomorrow will bring?" he continues, still using the deep, rumbling voice. "Today, we've got names, food, and warmth, and maybe tomorrow, we'll find a way out of here!"

Newt's voice cracks because of the hidden laughter, and he starts to laugh. Flore giggles with him.

"Did he really say that?" she asks when she is done, her sides hurting.

Newt nods. "Yeah, he did. It was a terrible lie, but well... he couldn't know that we'd have to be here so much longer."

The boy puts a curl of his blond hair behind his ear, and as he does so, Flore notices something she hadn't noticed before.

"What are you wearing around your neck?" she asks, and before he can stop her, she already has the small pendant in her hand.

It is a metal circle, decorated with blue thread and silver feathers.

"A dreamcatcher," she says, letting go of the pendant. "Why?"

Newt is blushing by then, and he quickly tucks the dreamcatcher back into his shirt.

"To keep the nightmares away," he replies, looking at the ground, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

"You have nightmares?" Flore asks, and she immediately regrets asking that. Of course he has nightmares. With everything he has gone through...

It is silent for a while. They both don't know what to say, so they just look at the campfire and the shadows of the dancing Gladers.

"There's something I didn't tell you, you know," Newt then says. "There's something else that happened to me, something I've kept a secret."

Flore frowns – even more bad things? – but she replies: "You can tell me, if you want to. I won't tell anyone if you don't want that."

"Good that," Newt says, fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck. Then he sighs and says: "I was never attacked by Grievers. I just made that up so that nobody would think that I was crazy."

He is silent for a moment, and Flore quietly asks: "What happened?"

The blond boy looks at the ground. He looks smaller, so much smaller, as if his problems make him shrink.

"I tried to kill myself," he then whispers. "I climbed halfway up one of the walls and jumped down. Instead of getting what I wanted, I broke my ankle. And it hurt."

Flore gasps. She wants to ask him why he did it, but she already knows the answer. Because he had gone through too much. Because he couldn't take it anymore.

She knows that he is very tender, right now, and that she has to say something to comfort him, but she can't think up anything. There are too many questions in her head.

"Does anyone else know about this?" she gently asks.

Newt shakes his head. "Only Lauren and you do. Lauren knew because she had seen everything – she worked for the Creators – and you know because... well... I don't know, to be honest. I trust you, I guess."

He looks at her, scared brown eyes meet caring green ones.

"You don't think that I'm crazy, do you?" he asks, sounding uncertain.

Flore smiles at him, one of the most caring smiles she has ever smiled.

"You're a crazy shank, you know that?" she says, shaking her head, making laughter lace her voice. Before she even realizes what she is doing, she has wrapped her arms around Newt, gently rubbing his back.

"Of course you're crazy, Newt," she whispers. "One of the best crazy friends I've ever had."

Author's Note:

Well, that was it, guys! That was the story, and I'm so so so soooo thankful that you've read all of this!

Now, of course, all of the long stories I've written before always had a song in it. This story had two lines of a song, which I found a shame.

So, here, the song I thought that fit the story:

-Monster by Imagine Dragons fits Tim, especially the couplets. It was also the song he sang in chapter 23.

-Where you are by Gavin DeGraw fits Josim, I guess. Yeah.

-Everything has changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran fits Florinston (NEW SHIP NAME!), especially the line 'green eyes, freckles and your smile', because that is quite exactly what Flore looks like.

So, well, that was my story! I loved writing it! Special thanks to CheetaGirl9X9 (girl, your reviews always made my day!) and, of course, everyone else who has ever reviewed this story!

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