Wicked soldier ☆Minho☆ II

CH.19

Dear Thea,

This is probably my first-ever letter, so don’t be mad if it completely sucks. I might’ve written more before the maze, but from what you’ve told me, I don’t think I did. I know for sure that I never wrote one in the maze, but I also know this will be my last.

I’m dying. But I’m not scared of it. I’m slowly losing myself to this disease, this virus, and it’s scaring me shitless.

I remember the first time I saw you. We’d just escaped the maze, and I was sitting in a chair while a doctor got a needle ready. You were talking to Minho, and I could already see the happiness on your face from seeing him, which completely confused me. Then, as the doctor approached me with the needle, I noticed your feet speeding up on the treadmill, but I was too busy being scared out of my mind to focus on anything else.

That night, we talked about recognizing you, and Minho’s voice was filled with awe right away. The next day, the way you protected us while putting yourself at risk proved to me that you and Minho would be perfect for each other.

Even before we knew we were siblings, I felt close to you. I felt love—platonic, obviously. I enjoyed our playful arguments, and I especially enjoyed annoying you. Now that I think about it, that sounds like a typical sibling thing to enjoy.

Minho loves you very much, and it’s obvious. He loves the way you don’t listen to anyone, even though it pisses him off. He admires how you’re always trying to protect everyone, even at the cost of your own safety. He loves that even though none of us remembered you, you still protected us, cared for us, and never gave up on us. He especially loves how you’d make jokes to lighten the mood, even at the stupidest times—though he didn’t love how you’d usually end up getting hurt because of it.

I’m telling you this because, as much as Minho seems like the flirty, confident type, he’s the complete opposite when it comes to you. He’s a wuss, Thea, and he’ll never admit it. So I’m telling you so that you know just how much he loves you.

I don’t need to ask you to protect them because I already know you will. Vince cares for you like you’re his own, so make sure you don’t let that go. If anyone deserves a somewhat parent, it’s you. Look after Sonya, and make sure Harriet treats her right, too.

Don’t be sad about my death, Thea. Move on. I’m not worth dwelling on. Thank you for being the best twin sister and the greatest friend in history.

I love you.

Goodbye, my twin sister.

—Newt (The coolest brother ever, and you know it)