Slowly, my consciousness came back to me, and I opened my eyes. Something I didn't expect to happen. I was all bandaged up. My stomach felt a little sore, but it felt much better now.
I got up from the bed I was lying in and walked out of the room, much like the one's we had in the glade. The scenery was beautiful. On a beach. The sea.
I walked around the place, taking everything in. When I came across my friends. We stood there for a moment, started at eachother, then Thomas embraced me in a hug.
"Thomas we're siblings"
He paused for a minute "Doesn't really surprise me if being completely honest, I had a small feeling"
I hugged him tighter, melting into his arms...
"We have come a long way together." Vince spoke "So many have sacrificed so much to make this possible. Your friends and your family. So here's to the ones that couldn't be here. Here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you, it's for all of us. But this" He pointed to a large ruin type stone " this is for them. So in your own time, in your own way, come make your peice. And welcome to the safe haven!"
Everyone cheered and drank, chatted and ate. I sat with Thomas and Minho, just kind of staring into nothing. I felt more empty than ever.
"He would have loved this place" Minho said.
"Yeah, she would have to" Thomas nodded.
"I don't get it. Why am I still alive? After everything that happened to me?"
Thomas sighed "maybe you're just ment to live, to do something no one else can do. Newt would have wanted that."
I reached to my neck, and held the silver pendant in my hand. The one Newt had given me. I pulled it off and observed it in my hand. It looked like a little container? I unscrewed the lid, and inside was some paper. Taking it out, I opened it up.
A letter.
Dear Y/n
This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously I don't know if I ever 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. Not of dying anyway, more of forgetting. I'm losing myself to this virus that's what scares me. So every night I've been saying their names aloud. Alby, Winston...Chuck. and I just repeat them over and over like a prayer and it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like the way 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. I remember the first time you cam up in the box, just a scared little greenie. I remember that time in the glade when we went to get fertiliser, starting into your beautiful eyes and knowing there was something special about you. I remember the night we had together we had at the right arm, after wicked attacked us. If I could do it all over again, I would. I wouldn't change a thing. And my hope for you is when you're looking back years from now you'll be able to say the same. I don't want you to be sad, and waste the rest of your life mourning over me. Live. For me love. I'll never really leave you, I'll always be with you.
I love you
Newt.
I felt a solitary tear slide down my cheek.
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Wicked is good: The Death cure
Fanfic-"I pressed the buttons, looking over at him, but quickly looking away when he started screaming. I tried to block it out, to keep myself from losing it. I repeated the phrase in my head; Wicked is good."- Y/n has been through hell and back with her...
