Dylmas & Newtmas oneshots

Paradise? Not without him.

Warning:

This oneshot contains spoilers from The Death Cure. Also this one is sad, so if you aren't in the mood to go on a feels trip I suggest waiting for the next oneshot or coming back later. Xx

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Thomas made it to paradise, along with Minho, and Brenda. They did it, he did it. Or did he? Ever since they got to paradise he hasn't slept well. Nightmares reminding him of that awful day.

The day he killed his best friend.

"Thomas, why are you still awake?" Minho would often ask when the nightmares kept him from falling into the bliss of sleep. Thomas only answered with the same line, no explanation. Ever.

"Because I'm an monster."

Minho tried to get close to Thomas, ask what happened to him. They had grown apart ever since they came there. Minho knew it had something to do with Newt but that's as close as he got.

[Flashback]

"Thomas, were finally safe. There is no reason to cry, were okay. Brenda's here, I'm here, it's fine." Minho tried to console his friend when he found him crying in his bedroom.

"No Minho, it's not okay." He whimpered, Minho stroking his back. "Thomas. What happened to you?" Minho asked. "He was so important to me." Thomas whispered.

Minho realized he meant Newt and his own happiness faded, Newt was his best friend. "Hey, Thomas. I cared about him too, don't think I don't hurt aswell."

Thomas knew that Minho hurt, but he would never hurt the way Thomas did. Minho thought Newt was running free letting the flare consume him.

"He was so loved." Thomas mumbled.

"I know." Minho replied lifelessly. 

"He was so important to so many."

"I know."

"We both cared for him."

"I know."

"Then why did he jump?"

"I know, Thoma-" Minho's voice faltered. "He told you about his limp?"

Thomas nodded, tears flowing freely from his red eyes.

Minho moved closer to Thomas, dying to hear more. "In the glade or scorch?" He pushed.

"Neither," Thomas said shaking his head "I saw him alone."

"What?!" Minho whisper-shouted, "when?!" The memories were too painful for Thomas.

"It hurts too much, I just...he's just gone, and I will never forgive myself."

Minho hugged Thomas. "It's not your fault." he whispered.

If he only knew.

[flashback end]

Thomas wanted to tell Minho, he really did. He just couldn't live having one friend hate him and the other dead.

Minho cared about Newt, he wouldn't speak to Thomas after this. Sadly, Thomas didn't just care about Newt.

He loved him.

Newt was his sun and moon, Newt made his world spin, Newt kept him from starving, Newt kept him from dying, and now it was getting hard to live without him.

They had technology in paradise, they could listen to music. Unfortunately the music made Thomas think of Newt.

Thomas sat alone in his room and forcefully pushed the play button to a song that brought him to tears.

It's been a long day, without you my friend.

And I'll tell you about it when I see you again.

We've come a long way from where we began,

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again.

"See you again." Thomas mumbled, thinking about the lyric. He could never see Newt again.

Then an idea sparked in his mind, a way to see Newt again. Oh, he'd give anything to see Newt.

He reached under his pillow to reveal a gun. No, not 'a gun.'

The gun.

The gun he used to destroy Newt.

Thomas inhaled deeply and held the gun to the same spot on his head Newt did.

His fingers could around the cool trigger. He wanted to pull it, he needed to pull it, but he couldn't pull it.

He had been through so much to live, killing himself wouldn't be worth it.

Then memories of Newt came to him, and he knew anything would be worth it.

Minho's POV

Thomas hadn't come outside all day, and it was a beautiful day. Even though he knew something about Newt that I didn't and it was bothering him, I thought it would to him good to go outside.

A smell that made my nose wrinkle up stank from his room, so I decided to push the door open and get Thomas outta there.

Light poured in across the floor onto Thomas's body.

Thomas's dead body.

Once the shock faded, quilt came over me. He held a gun in one hand and a note in the other.

Inching towards him I picked up the note, it read:

Minho,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I shot myself, I'm sorry you'll have to clean up my mess, I'm sorry Brenda will cry for a while and bother you, but I'm mostly sorry about Newt.

I couldn't be without him, so I wanted to join him. You think he's alive, Min but..he's not.

The gun in my hand, I shot him with it.

I killed Newt.

It seemed only fair I shot myself in the head too.

I found him, in Denver with some other cranks. Seeing him now, I couldn't leave him.

He was angry, he was upset, and he was mad. He was a crank.

He attacked me, explained how the glade was all my fault, how he hated every second of everyday because of me, how he wanted to kill himself because of me.

He told about his limp.

I knew he didn't mean what he said but he did mean this, I could see the change in his face, I saw the sanity In his eyes.

He asked me to shoot him.

He didn't want to be a killer, he didn't want to have the urge to eat his friends, he didn't want to be a crank.

So he said to me; "Shoot me! Please Tommy, please?"

And in that moment I knew what u was going to do. I was going to end my best friend.

And I did.

I'm so sorry, Minho. I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

Newt was more thank friend, okay? I loved him.

Oh, Minho I loved him so much.

More that I've ever loved another human being ever.

He was my everything, Minho.

And I killed him.

Waking up everyday, knowing that I would never hear him call me 'Tommy' ever again hurt.

But do you know what hurt more?

Knowing that I was the reason he couldn't.

That right there hurt more than anything in the world.

So I took the same gun, and did the same thing.

I'm sorry Minho,

I'm sorry Brenda,

I'm sorry Newt.

-Thomas.