Newt/Thomas Sangster One Shots (warning: smut)

One shot #31 ~ Maze runner #5

The sunset looks pretty from here, the ambient pinks and purples and lilacs a blurred mess across the late evening sky.

Almost a year since we arrived. Almost a year since I lost him. Since he was taken from us.

I never did believe in God or such things, but I always hoped that he could see me, somehow. Watching from afar as I screamed his name in my slumber, as I wretched and refused to eat, as I lived life after death.

I remember looking up at that very same sky, at the stars, and wondering if I'd be able to cope. I hadn't been doing too well, for a while at least. It was the sky that really saved me, though, for it was the same sky on which we'd gazed upon together. The same stars we'd wondered if we'd ever see from a different angle.

Finally we do. We all do. All these people, with their own stories, with their own losses. I remember the rock back at the port before we left, where people payed their respects to those who'd fallen during the struggle.

I remember scratching his name onto it, scraping as hard as my tired arms would allow — and finally leaving it behind. I remember watching helplessly from the ship as his name, along with countless others, faded into the blur of the horizon.

The sea breeze parts my hair as his heavy breath always did. My blanket embracing me and keeping me warm, as his arms always did.

I still grieve him. Of course I do. However, my grief is something else now. It's transcended the limits of sadness, and entered something new. A period of regrowth. Letting go of the breath I held within for so long.

I look up at the slowly appearing stars, which were made of him, pink clouds resting in front of them.

I smile.

Life is good.

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This is sad ok sorry