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"Please, Tommy, Please" Newt had said tears falling, He too was scared, He held the gun barrel closer to his forehead, He gripped it tightly, Thomas, Oh Thomas. His Thomas, He looked at Newt with pure panic mixed with terror, "Newt, No, Please- I-I promised you!, I promised, we'd make it, Remember?, remember..?" Thomas sobbed, He kept stuttering over his word's , He promised Newt, He bloody promised him,
That when they rescued Minho, They'd all go to the safe heaven, The three of them, The ivy trio, Newt held the gun tighter, It wasn't His fault , it could never be Tommy's fault, It couldn't be, If it was anyone's fault it was His fault for not being immune, For not being able to see minho one last time, He was dying, losing himself to a virus he didn't ask for, he remembered the exact words he had written,
Dear Thomas,
this is the first letter I've written that I can remember. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze, but if it's not the first, it'll surely be the last. I want you to know that I'm not afraid, at least not of dying, but rather of forgetting, of getting lost with the virus. That's what scares me. So every
night I say your names out loud: Alby, Winston, Chuck... I repeat them over and over like a prayer... and all the memories come flooding back. It's the details, like the sunbeams on the Glade, just before disappearing behind the walls. I remember the taste of the frying pan food. I never thought I'd miss it so much. And I remember you. I remember when you arrived in the box, a scared rookie who didn't even remember his own name. From the moment
you ran into the Maze, I knew I'd follow you anywhere, and I did. We all did. If I could do it all again, I would, and I wouldn't change a thing. I hope that when you look back on this in a few years, you can say the same. The future is in your hands now, Tommy. I know you'll find a way. Do the right thing, because you always have. Take care of everyone for me, and take care of yourself too. You deserve to be happy.
Thanks for being my friend.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Newt
He remembered it like the back of his hand, And he couldn't stop reciting it, just like he had recited their names,
Ably.
Chuck.
Winston.
The so called prayer he held on, Before he died he only had one regert, Not being able to write one single letter to Minho. Oh Minho his ride or die during those 3 years, He was one of the reasons they made it out, He felt to terrible, He'll never know what my last words to him were, maybe if I had gotten this virus when we could've saved him, I could've written them both letters
Maybe, Just maybe he could've been Stronger, Better, Braver, He wasn't ready to die, no one was, They never had a choice, This was unfair, So unfair..
Thomas's POV
Newt, oh my Beloved Newt, 2nd in command, After alby died He lead the remaining gladers to safety, up until now, They were at the last city, And he couldn't.. Couldn't just make this his last memory of newt, He promised him So much, so so much. Suddenly newt was calling Thomas's name.
"Thomas!" Newt had shouted taking Thomas out his negative thoughts, then again Newt spoke
"Thomas, please take this" Newt said extending a necklace toward him, to Thomas it look like a average necklace, unaware newts last letter was there. The letter Newt wanted Thomas to take it, he wished he'd take it
"Newt no, no Newt your not gonna die, i-i swear!.. I'll find a way to save you, i-" Suddenly Thomas interrupted
"Thomas, it's too late.." Newt said with his last ounce of strength and sense of control against the virus as the blackness spread to his eyes