It's okay until it isn't

Hope

And that just hurt more.

I realized I was holding back tears. Thomas had a pained expression on his face

"I-I'm so sorry Newt, and of course I forgive you."

Sonya knocked on the door frame

"Clint says-"

She saw all of our expressions and her look of indifference turned into a look of concern

"Are you guys okay?"

Are you okay?

How many times had me and Newt asked that?

How many times had we lied to each other about that?

How many times had we said we were okay when we weren't?

"Minho?"

Newt was looking worriedly at me

"You okay?"

I stood up. I didn't answer his question

"Well, Sonya, I guess Newt needs to rest?"

Sonya nodded

"Yeah, but you can see him tomorrow morning."

I said goodbye to Newt and walked out of the hut, trying to keep it together.

I went back to the cliff. I sat down on the edge of it, and looked down.

It would kill you to jump. . .

Was I actually thinking about jumping?

Something that had been in the back of my mind burst forward

Chuck was dead.

Alby was dead.

Teresa was dead.

More than half of the gladers were dead.

I just stared off at the now darkening sky.

Maybe it was the adrenaline that made me not fully realize it.

But now I did.

I realized too fully, too vividly. I heard people moving, and I looked up to see Brenda, Aris, Thomas, and Frypan. They sat down next to me.

They were still alive, still here.

I couldn't change the past.

I could be here now.

That night we laughed, we joked, we hung out.

We masked the sorrow with fake joy. That night, we slept in the same area, close to the med-hut. I woke up with the sun shining on my face.

I would pretend last night didn't happen.

That I didn't realize what had happened.

That I didn't go to the cliff.

I wasn't really paying attention to walking, so that's probably the reason Newt caught me off guard. The moment I stepped into the hut, I was almost bowled over by Newt running at me.

I took a step back, surprised.

"Newt!"

Newt laughed and kissed me. All the sadness of last night melted away.

Newt's cure may have been at WICKED;

But my cure was right in front of me, kissing me.

When Newt pulled back, he smiled at me

"I can walk again!"

I grinned at that

"When do you get to leave the hut?"

I heard Clint's voice from behind me, and I turned

"He gets to leave today. Now."

I cheered with happiness

"Yes!"

I turned back to Newt and picked him up by the waist and spun around with him in my arms. The cure had really worked.

Newt was laughing, and the sound made me laugh too.

I set Newt down, and we interlocked hands. We stepped out of the med-hut. The sun was shining, the leaves were a lush green, the sandy ground crunched beneath our feet. I took Newt to the cliff. We stood together taking in the beauty.

This cliff had already experienced my story, my sadness, my masked pain, and now my joy.

Newt leaned his head against my shoulder, and I squeezed him closer. Newt spoke after what could have been hours, but felt like minutes

"Now what?"

I didn't reply, not immediately anyways.

"Now we get our happily ever after.

((If you want the happier ending, stop now. If you want the contenued, sadder version, keep reading!

P.S, the other ending is conected to this, it's the ending I intended. It's sad, so you have been warned!!!))