I was immune to the flare; but, my boyfriend, Newt isn't. So, when I saw him holding onto a gun like it's a teddy bear, I started crying. I don't usually cry; but, seeing my boyfriend like that makes me cry.
"Newt, please don't go crazy. Wicked made this deazize. Your a fighter. Please come back to me." My hands were shaking making my gun shake. Then I don't think I just kissed him.
'Please!' I pleaded inside my head. I'm doing anything. Then he responded to me. A thump landed on the ground. " Sacagawea!"
Newt said when we pulled apart.
The gun he was holding was on the ground. My gun was next to his. We were happy to be together again. " Wckd was messing with my head weren't they?" Newt asked me.
I nodded and smiled at my boyfriend. It's going to be alright now.