One shots ➳ Newt.

The Death Cure: He Loved You

It has been two days since the day Newt had died. Thomas still couldn't believe that he had killed him with his own hands. He also couldn't accept that he was gone. No one else knew about Newt's death, except for Y/N, who he had to tell. She had to know.

The two of them sat in silence in the room while the others dozed off. It had been another tough day, and all of them deserved some quality rest. Y/N and Thomas seemed to be restless.

Thomas looked at Y/N, who was staring at the floor. She looked deep in thought. "Y/N." He called her name loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough to make sure he didn't wake anyone else up around them.

She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. She's the kind of girl who gets hurt, but still smiles when she looks at you. This pained Thomas. He knew how much Newt had meant to her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Thomas must have been stupid to even ask. What else was there to think about? He could only bite his tongue in regret.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Her answer had surprised him, until she continued after a short pause. "And that's how it's gonna be for the rest of my life because every time I think of anything, I..."

Her voice cracked as she broke into tears. "I wish everything didn't remind me of him."

Thomas looked at her. He had never seen his friend so sad, so heartbroken. There has not been a time when Y/N had ever acted this way. She was such a happy person. Thomas shuffled closed to Y/N, putting his hand on her back.

"He really loved you, Y/N. Newt really loved you."

Y/N buried her face in her hands, sobbing. If this was not heartbreaking, Thomas did not what was. After Y/N's sobs finally came to an end, she spoke up to Thomas' surprise.

"I remember Newt telling me how much he loved rain." She looked outside the window and sighed. It was pouring. "Everytime there's a storm, I just can't sleep. Not because I get scared, Thomas. But because I remember him."

Thomas felt a tear trickle down his face. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that these words were coming out of Y/N's mouth. Newt didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to die. Y/N didn't deserve this, either. She didn't deserve the pain she had of losing him. Thomas couldn't help but blame himself.

Thomas remembers killing Newt. Shooting him in the head. Newt was begging for his friend to kill him. He must have loved Y/N a lot. So much that he'd never ask for her lips and go to his grave without them.