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From the very beginning, Newt was something otherworldly.
Thomas noticed this immediately when he saw him in the crowd of unknown guys. He noticed it when Alby introduced his deputy. Noticed by the fire, which illuminated Newt's golden hair. Brown eyes glowed from the flames. Laughter rang loudly in Thomas' ears.
Newt looked like an angel. No, he was an angel. He always took care of everyone, forgetting about himself. He encouraged them when hope completely faded. Appointed Thomas as a runner after he ran into a maze, breaking a rule. Even when the grievers infiltrated the Glade, and Gally blamed Thomas for everything, Newt did not turn away from him.
Newt didn't turn away from him after realizing that Thomas was the one who sent them all into the labyrinth. Newt followed him. He always followed, despite the madness of his ideas. It was asking a lot of Newt to follow him. Thomas only realized this when he saw the black veins on his wrist.
Newt has lost the meaning of life. Broke his leg during a suicide attempt. And yet he continued to fight for them all. For Minho. For Thomas.
But he accepted his death. Thomas couldn't see Newt giving up his life so easily. He assured me of the possibility of a way out, but he hardly believed it himself. Newt wanted to save Minho and Thomas too, but he was even more afraid of losing Newt.
Newt looked worse every minute. The once golden hair had turned into a dirty mop. Dirt and blood ran down his face. Black, like the veins running down his body. Newt shoved the necklace at him and Thomas took it, even though he couldn't concentrate on anything. except for Newt's pale face.
When Teresa spoke to him over the loudspeaker, Thomas began to feel hopeful. But it faded away along with the knife that entered Newt’s chest.
Not only did Newt die that night, but Tommy too.