𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

TMR~Thomas~The Letter

I sat by Thomas, my heart heavy with grief as we sat in the Safe Haven, surrounded by our friends. The loss of my brother, Newt, still weighed heavily on me. But being with Thomas brought me a sense of comfort, a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Minho approached us, a somber look on his face as he handed Thomas a small rope necklace with some sort of grey canister attached to it. "I kept this safe whilst you were getting treated, i didn'twant it getting lost," he said quietly. Thomas took the necklace in his hands, his brow furrowed in sadness. I watched as his face turn to confusion as the cansister unscrewed, revealing a small letter inside.

"Did he-" I said shocked, as the letter was written in his handwriting.

My tears filled with tears as did Thomas's own, as he started to read the letter. Without a word, he handed it to me, his hand shaking slightly. I took the letter in my hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I began to read.

"Dear Thomas,

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously I don't know if I 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. Well, not of dying anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me.

So every night, I've been saying their names out loud. Alby. Winston. Chuck. And I just repeat them over and over like a prayer, and it-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 Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much.

And I remember you. From the first time you came up from the box, just a scared little Greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. But from that moment you ran into the Maze, I knew I would follow you anywhere. And I have. We all have.

If I could do it again I would. And I wouldn't change a thing. My hope for you is that when you're looking back years from now, you'll be able to say the same.

The future is in your hands now, Tommy. I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have. Take care of everyone for me. Take care of Y/N for me, she means the world to me, as she does to you. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.

Thank you for being my friend.

Goodbye, mate.
Newt."

Tears streamed down my face as I read the letter, my heart breaking for Thomas and for the loss of my brother. I looked up at Thomas, his face twisted in anguish as he stared at the necklace in his hands.

Without a word, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both cried for the loss of our friend, our brother. The weight of the grief was almost unbearable, but in that moment, we found solace in each other's embrace.

"I miss him so much Thomas." I sobbed, as he kissed my forehead, and wiped my tears.

"I know, Y/N, I miss him too, but he wouldn't want us being sad all of the time, I know it's going to be difficult for us, but we'll make it." Thomas replied with a small smile on his face, as I put the necklace around his neck.

The next morning, Thomas and I made our way to the memorial rock, our steps heavy with sorrow. We stood in silence for a moment, looking at the names carved into the stone. And then, without a word, we both took turns etching the letters in Newt's name into the rock, a small tribute to the friend we had lost.