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Immortal (Thominewt #1)

A/N: Context: Safe Haven AU. This one focuses more on the friendship between Thomas, Newt, and Minho rather than a romantic relationship between Thomas and Newt. That's why the title says Thominewt instead of Newtmas

This oneshot is based heavily on events that happened in the movies than the books. This also includes movie spoilers, particularly for The Death Cure. If that bothers anyone, the button to exit this story is somewhere on your screen. I would suggest clicking it before I seriously agitate you.

There are also spoilers for Fever Code, so if that bothers you, again, I suggest clicking the exit button on your screen. Idk how reading on Wattpad on phones works, because I do all my writing and reading on the computer.

Song: Immortal by Evanescence (if you know the song, you know what's coming)

Video credit above goes to Kaytie B on YouTube. Go check it out, or at least listen to it.

Shoutout to           for getting the trivia question right. 

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3rd Person POV

Timing: 3 months after everyone arrived at Safe Haven.

Thomas watched as the sun rose, casting brilliant golden orange shades across the deserted beach. Down a little ways, Thomas could see the huts and tents that those who had survived the Flare, the Maze, the Scorch, and WCKD lived in. They looked like tiny specks on the horizon.

The places were spacious, but there were so few people that there was little need for people to share a tent. Nevertheless, Minho had asked if he could room with Thomas. Thomas agreed, not wanting to be alone after spending many weeks in close quarters with many people.

Thomas choose to sit down, leaning his back against a large rock he had chosen for his morning reflection spot. And his evening reflection spot. The spot where he could come when he need solitude.

Thomas stared out at the rising ball of fire, almost wishing it would burn his eyes out and then consume the rest of him. He sighed and pulled the necklace over his head, twisting the capsule and removing the two rolled pieces of paper that he reread every morning. The creases were getting soft and worn. He stared down at the inked words, wondering when his dearest friend had time to write it.

 Dear Thomas, 

This is the first letter I could remember writing. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. 

I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me. So every night, I've been saying their names out loud. Alby. Winston. Chuck. And I just repeat them over and over like a prayer, and it - And it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like where the sun used to hit the Glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much. 

And I remember you. 

From the first time you came up in the box, just a scared little Greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. But from that moment you ran into the Maze, I knew I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have. If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing. 

My hope for you: when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same. The future is in your hands now, Tommy. I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have.