Hello Readers,
I normally don't write author's notes on this story, but a review that has been sent to me made by a guest has been brought to my attention.
Guest: While your comments aspired me to do better in my writing, some of the statements you made, I believe, are false. But before I begin, I just wanted to thank you for all this nice comments that you made in your review and I am just stating my beliefs on a character that I created; I'm not trying to be a rude writer, just telling what I believe.
First and foremost, you have said that Lynn is a marysue. This could possibly be true, but I try my best to make my OCs of the non-marysue type. If you have read some of my other Maze Runner oneshots that has Lynn included in them, she is giving human response to the types of situations she is faced with, not trying to practically perfect in every way with anything she has to deal with. I understand that is possible to see her as a marysue slightly in this story, but she also has many flaws that contradict with the marysue stereotype. Lynn has the Flare, which can cause many hallucinations developed in the brain and made to look real to just Lynn, and her way of dealing with it is to run away in fear from said creatures (which any person would do if they saw hella creepy figure in their room after they have woken up). She also has to deal with the typical problems that comes with being in an affair with a man who is already married, having her lover taken away and being forced to cope with the possibility that she may never see Minho again.
You have also notified the three year age difference between her and Newt in this story and inquired why I have dubbed them 'The Newton Twins'. As I have previously said, if you have read my other Maze Runner stories you would see that Lynn and Newt are twins in every single one of them. When writing the first chapter for this story, I wanted Newt to be a tad bit older than Lynn so he could fit into the 'big brother' role more than in my other stories, since he is a couple of minutes older than Lynn in everything else. I just wanted a change, so there was no need to criticize how I made Newt three years older.
And lastly, I can't help by write about a paring that I created. There are plenty of writers out there in this franchise that focus on specific pairings (for example some focus on just Minho/Newt, Newt/Thomas, and Newt/OC), especially if they created a character to be but together with another character. Of course we are going to write our original characters with their significant other in as many situations as possible because we love them dearly. It's just what we fanfic authors do.
I gladly accept your criticism, as it has helped me a notice a few things. But Lynn is MY OC and Lynho is major OTP to some people that read my stories. Also, if you still feel that Lynn is a marysue, please read my other Maze Runner story, Icelyn Newton Group A: The Transfer. It will show you that she has many flaws and not a marysue type. But if you still believe that Lynn is perfect, take it up with me and we can talk about it.
Thanks for your review, I will take somethings you have said into consideration; but just know that you need to have more information before you accuse my character of being a marysue, because in my eyes, she's not.
Have a good day :)
Now on with the story!
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Since that Christmas, Lynn was never the same again.
She left her room every so often, only going to hide in the greenhouse or sit with Sonya in the drawing room. Lynn had earned a distaste for the colors blue and purple and had stored all her dresses in that color in several trunks at the back of her closet; choosing green and a pale yellow instead. Words rarely left her mouth anymore. No more talk of the book she was reading, her love for gentle piano pieces, and pleading to go outside to pick flowers for her bedroom.
Her eyes had remained a sullen hazel, skin paler than usual, and personality no longer cheerful and calm. Quietness overtook her life, replying to anything Newt asked with a nod or shake of the head and a shrug of her shoulders. That's it. That's all Newt or Sonya got.
The Flare was growing worse and worse by the second, making the episodes Lynn had longer and more painful. She would often bang on Newt and Sonya's bedroom door (which is always locked when they were sleeping) in the middle of the night, screaming about shadowy figures and dreadful masses of her imagination. They would always open the door, bringing the petite blonde into their embrace before guiding her back to her room; sometimes Newt would spend the night with his sister, cradling her in his lap as he petted her hair gently and pressed his lips to her sweltering forehead.
Life wasn't the same. And Newt needed to change that. So that's when he set an arranged marriage into place.
As the month of May began to approach the Newton's, Newt paired Lynn up with one of his good friends, Gally.
Aged 25 years, he finally wanted to settle down and find a woman to call his wife. He has had multiple relationships that ended up going down the rabbit hole, and had had enough; settling for an arranged marriage instead of trying to continue his search for a perfect lady. Gally immediately agreed to Newt's proposal, saying that he would love to actually meet Lynn and get to know her.
But Newt just hoped that Lynn didn't freak out when she found out he was controlling her life again.
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It was the end of April when the finally met.
A first meeting had been organized for them to spend the afternoon in the gardens, woods, and fields that were kept at the back of the mansion. Maybe they would hit it off, or hate each other until their dying days. They would be getting married at the beginning of June and will be with each other to the end of time. Hopefully. But Gally seemed to be pretty keen on this flaxen haired beauty that is going to be his wife in a month.
"But I don't want to!" Lynn cried as Newt dragged her towards her closet to get changed, not wanting to get out of her nightgown. "Why do I have to be engaged to a man I'm about to meet and then have to marry him a month from now? It's not true love!"
Letting go of his sister's arm, Newt sat her down on a nearby chair, vanishing into the closet to pick out something for her to wear; deciding to choose for Lynn instead making her pick out something detestably. He stayed silent, listening to his Lynn's banter as she folded her arms over her chest and continued talking.
"Arranged marriages are the dumbest idea ever invented, Newt! Who would even think about throwing their child into a relationship that could turn out a complete disaster? Oh wait, I know someone. And it just so happens to be you!"
Newt poked his head outside of the closet doorway, sending an amused glance her way before going back in.
"I'm your brother, Lynn." He reminded her, "There is a difference."
"Oh, shut up!"
He chuckled quietly, knowing it would get on his sister's nerves that he found all this amusing. "It won't be that bad, you know. Gally is a good friend of mine who will take care of you and will never betray you. I promise."
Lynn went quiet, looking off to the side. A loving smile grew on her lips as she thought of her lover, Minho. She recalled all the wonderful times they had in the garden and passionate kisses they exchanged in hidden corners of the estate. Blood rushed to Lynn's cheeks when she thought of all those intense nights filled to the brim with rough love making along with steamy touches and grasps. She missed him dearly, trying not to make it obvious to her brother (even though it was obvious enough). But alas, Newt was putting her into an arranged marriage with some man he proclaimed was absolutely splendid.
"I don't know about that declaration." Lynn muttered, returning her gaze to Newt as he exited the closet with a dress in hand.
When she set eyes on the outfit that Newt picked out, her eyes went wide with admiration. "Newt," She rose to her feet, touching the material of the dress softly. "I don't believe I've ever seen this in my closet before."
"That's because I bought it the other day." Newt said, holding it up to Lynn's fragile frame. "It was originally intended for Sonya, but when I saw it in the shop window I knew it would look better on you then on her. Don't tell her I said that, unless you want to see your dear brother's head on a silver platter."
Lynn's bright giggle rung throughout the air, a cheerful sound that Newt hadn't heard in a long time. A genuine smile brought up the corners of her lips as she raised a hand to cover her mouth, to contain her laughter for Newt's sake.
"She would have your head on a golden platter, Issac. Sonya believes she's too good for just plain silver, or at least, that's what she thinks."
Newt chuckled alongside his sister, both of them laughing together at Sonya's presumed royalty she had in this household.
Once they're were settled down, Newt patted his sister's shoulder, sending her into the closet to get changed into the newly bought pale yellow dress.
"You need to get dressed," He said, a smile still upon his face. "Gally will be here in 30 minutes and I don't want you to be in your nightgown when he arrives."
"Fine, fine." Lynn took the dress out of her brother's hands, closing the closet door behind her.
Putting on her chemise, corset, and other underskirts and garments, Lynn looked on at the dress in wonder; finishing tying up the front if her corset before removing the gown from its hanger.
Newt had chosen wisely. The dress was a lovely pale yellow, tiny pink and white flowers embroidered at the hem of the skirt, lace bordering the edge. A sheer tulle sash went around the waist, tied in a loose bow in the back. It was a tea length dress, flowing down to a couple of inches below the knee. It glimmered in the lamp light of Lynn's closet; the sunlight shining in from the window making it shine and shimmer.
Once the dress was on and the bow in the back was tied, she finally exited her closet, grabbing a pair of white stockings and shoes before heading out. As her bare feet hit the cool wooden floors of her room, she awaited her brother's approval on the dress he purchase, wanting to see if he liked it.
"You look truly splendid, Lynn." Newt kissed the top of her head gently, resting his hands on her shoulders as she came out of the closet. "And I'm sure Gally will too."
Lynn sighed, looking down at her feet. "But what if he doesn't? Does that mean I don't have to get married to him?" She prayed that she wouldn't have to even kiss this man, hoping that just knowing she was the Flare is enough to keep him away.
"I'm afraid you will have to marry him no matter what." Newt replied, watching as Lynn's shoulders slumped under his touch. "The contract was signed and I don't believe there is anything we can do about it."
His sister shuffled her feet under his gaze, keeping her head down to avoid his gaze. "Nothing will go wrong, I promise. Gally is a respectable man that will take care of you in any situation. And if I'm wrong you can say 'I told you so'. But you have to marry him, everything has been settled."
"I just miss Minho."
Newt knew he would be hearing these words from his sister at some point, knowing it would prevent her from moving onto a new relationship. He expected this to happen. Minho had been Lynn's first true love, and nothing would ever change that, but she had to move on from him. He was with Brenda and their children and will never return to Glade Grove. It was what had to be done.
"I know you do, Lynn. But it's time to move on, okay?"
She nodded her head.
"Good," Newt breathed out, tucking a loose strand of Lynn's hair behind her head. "I see Lily did your hair before I came in here, so I guess we are ready to go down. Are you ready?"
Lynn wanted to say no, she wanted to run from her brother's embrace and get on the next train to Crank Village, go back to Minho and find out why he left. Instead, she said yes, and headed out of her room and went downstairs to meet this Gally.
And to say the least, he was exactly what she expected.
Tall. Muscular. Slicked-back black hair parted to the left and charming, yet misleading, green eyes. A plastered smile was upon his face, making him look like one of the shadows Lynn often sees during her hallucinations. She supposed he was somewhat handsome. Well, that was an understatement actually. He was VERY handsome indeed, appearing to be the type of guy that girls drooled over.
But he wasn't Minho.
Alas, Lynn had to get over her former lover, and move on with this new one. The one she had been assigned to marry via her brother.
"You must be Lynn," Gally greeted, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. "What a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
This was going to be a long and bumpy ride.
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Sorry this chapter is a little on the short side, but hopefully the next one will be longer.
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