No...
There were voices in Thomas's head again.
The walls of the cave started to shift, to undulate.
'What's happening?! Someone call Brenda!''
'Is it true?! Oh my god Thomas!'
'Is he sick?!'
The voices of his friends clashed and roared through his skull, confusing him, senseless words that had no meaning.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and for a split second, he felt as if the sand below him had disappeared, that he was falling, flying....
But then he opened his eyes, and all was still.
Newt was standing there, perfectly frozen, his eyes wide and glassy.
He started to waver slightly on his feet, his knees buckling.
Thomas rushed forwards, grabbing Newt's arms as he collapsed to the ground.
The boy was shaking uncontrollably, his mouth open, breathing heavily.
Thomas wrapped his arms around him, gripping him tightly, pulling him close.
Brenda was staring down at Sonya's body, realisation flooding her features like a tidal wave.
Frypan was staring at Minho, horrified.
Minho's face was cold.
His... his sister.
Thomas looked down at the boy in his arms, the boy wracked with pain and grief for a family that had been right beneath his fingertips, but that he had never known.
Never gotten a chance to know.
And all because of one person.
Minho.
Minho?
Minho.
Thomas spoke.
'Get out.'
Thomas stared straight at Minho, the boy who has caused all of this pain.
'Get him out.'
He had known
He had known
And yet he had let Sonya die, let the opportunity of, quite literally, a lifetime slip through the fingers of the boy who needed it the most.
Newt had almost died, then REALLY died, then un-died, then almost died again. He had fought his away out of the maze, fought through the scorch, fought off the Flare for as long as he could, and fought through it all to keep his friends alive.
He had lost everything, lost himself, and the thing that might have fixed him even a little, was gone.
All because....
of Minho.
'Get him out!' Thomas yelled.
But Minho did not move.
Instead, he stepped forwards into the cave.
'I'm not gonna leave. I'm gonna explain, and you're gonna listen. I know how this looks. I-'
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You Expect Me To Carry On? (A Newtmas Fanfic)
FanfictionNewt is dead. He's gone. But Thomas still believes that one day he'll show up with his blonde hair and stupid grin. No one believes him. Until one fateful day, when everything changes. Thomas must embark on a dangerous journey that will open old wou...
