Maze runner one shot requests

Fast Forward---Newt imagine

TW death

You had never been more angry. Or sad. Or desperate.

You had found the note, the one note that started the spiderweb crack that had only been growing.

It was supposed to be for Thomas.

That's what you were guessing. Newt would have been smart enough to give it to Thomas, because Thomas didn't know how Newt had gotten his limp. He didn't know how much Newt had regretted it, and how he thought about it every day.

Thomas didn't know.

Thomas also didn't know that the note was supposed to be for him.

What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

You had found the note on the table.

You were the first to find it, and you opened it, desperate for an answer, desperate for where Newt had gone.

You almost wished you hadn't opened the note, and read the one sentence.

The one sentence begging for death.

He had left you a note too. Two sentences.

(Y/N), I love you. Never forget that.

That might have hurt more than the other note.

Might have.

You hadn't looked away from the note, the note meant for Thomas, not since you found it.

The berg was landing now, at where Jorge had said there would be something called a 'crank palace'

You fold the note, tearing your eyes away from the rushed, swooping letters.

When you stand, you feel unsteady, realizing that this may be the last time you see Newt.

You shove the note in your pocket as you walk out of the berg.

Minho comes up next to you, and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey. . .(Y/N), are you doing okay?"

You plaster on a fake smile.

"Oh, yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?"

Minho frowns at you.

"I know faking when I see it. Spill it."

You think for a split second. The note, the note, you think. Should you show him, tell him?

You find yourself brushing Minho off, without thinking.

"No, no, I'm good."

Brenda and Thomas were at the gate, screaming at some guards to let us in.

You think it worked, because the guards are opening the gate.

You follow them, your hands shaking, to a small, dim building.

"He should be in there."

You swallow, following the others into the building.

You think at some point, this could have been a nice bowling alley.

Key words being 'at some point'

Now the walls were smeared with dirt, and something black that you didn't want to think about.

The floor had been cleared, and repurposed as a sleeping ground for cranks, and you had to step around them carefully trying not to wake them.

A small crowd of people stood at the opposite end, a blond boy closest to you. Thomas called out from behind you.