I wake up with tear streaks all down my face.
'I have to find him,' I mutter to myself.
I sit up and look down at the pillow where I left my flower, and gasp when I see it. All the petals have wilted and fallen off. The miracle daisy has died. I stare at it sadly, but I'm not at all surprised. I feel like nothing in life is miraculous anymore. I look at my watch, it reads '12:28'. Wow, I slept for ages! I remember what I muttered to myself only a few seconds ago, so I grab one of the petals and climb down the ladder and out the door.
I try Minho's room first, I could use some help. But I open the door and no one's there. Not even Gally. By then it's 12:30. Lunch break. I put the flower petal in my pocket and take off sprinting down the corridor. Without even thinking I throw open the door to the computer room, and I'm relieved to find it's empty one again. I look at the screens lining the walls.
The grassy plane has people in it.
I recognise all of them.
I see Alby, a dark skinned older boy who had lived a few doors down from us. I see Minho, I see Gally. I see so many boys I know. No girls, though. They're all gathered right next to the grey walls surrounding the place, and they all look extremely frightened. I walk over to the screen that's the closest to the group. I can hear what they're saying, but only just. I can only catch a few words here and there. Things like 'can't remember', 'where are we', 'how did we get here', 'what are we going to do'. I turn around and see a screen on the opposite side of the room, and my eyes fill with tears when I see who's on it.
'Newt.'
I rush over to the screen and look up at it.
Newt's sitting far away from the group with his back against a tall tree, casting shade over him. He looks terrified. Miserable. Confused.
'Newt,' I say again, but I know he can't hear me.
I pull the flower petal out of my pocket.
'Newt, I'll come get you. I'll find you. You'll find me. We'll figure this out,' I tell the face on the screen. 'I miss you so much. So much. Everything about you. I miss the way you would always jump off your bed, you didn't climb down that ladder once. I miss the way you would make me blush whenever you kissed me on the cheek. I miss the way you would call me Emmy, even though nobody else called me by a nickname. You are my everything, and I refuse to believe you're gone.'
He looks back at the group of boys, then down at his hands.
'I'll see you again, Newt,' I whisper as I clutch the flower petal to my chest. 'And I think that's a pretty miraculous thing.'
Then Newt looks right at me, I can see every detail of his face. Every crease in his forehead, the horrified look in his eyes. For a second I think he heard everything I just said, and that he's going to answer me. Laugh, maybe. Say 'don't worry Emmy, I'll be fine'. But instead he puts his head in his hands and I see his whole body shake with sobs. And I cry with him.
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Thank you for reading my fanfic! Like I said in the description, I wrote this before TFC was released so I had to improvise- please don't leave reviews saying it's not accurate and whatever because I know it isn't. Anyways thanks again, hope you enjoyed! Leave a review telling me what you thought xx
