Life after the cure; a Thomesa fanfic❤️

Chapter 3

"WHAT IN BLOODY SHUCKING HELL WERE YOU THINKING YOU LITTLE PIECE OF--", Minho was violently yelling at him while Gally was standing over him like a bodyguard making sure he didn't plan any such action again.

"Minho please calm down, look I'm sorry I wasn't thinking straight for a second that's all. No need to kick such a fuss over it" Thomas tried to tell him as calmly as he could.

"But- but you could've LITERALLY killed yourself in that one second, or are you too dumb to see that?" Minho screamed in his face.

"Look I already said I'm sorry, it won't happen again I promise just please sit down, I can't stand you being mad at me", Thomas pleaded with him once more. It was then that he took a deep breath and glaring at Thomas, heaved himself upon the grass next to him, with Gally perched on the other side.

For a full five minutes there was nothing but a heavily painful silence between them as none of them knew where to start, or what to say. It dragged on forever, until Thomas started fidgeting with the grass as Minho finally crossed his buff arms over his chest and looked at Thomas straight in the eye. "Okay slinthead, why did you do that?"

"I really don't know. I mean I just came here, and I was sitting by myself thinking about-- about, you know..... them", Thomas replied, his voice breaking at the last word. "And suddenly I just wished-" "that you could join them too" Minho finished for him. It amazed Thomas how well Minho knew him, but the dude was one of his best friends after all and had been through life and death situations with him.

"Look Thomas, I miss newt too", Minho interjected. I knew him longer than you, and he was one of my best friends and I barely saw him for a few hours after you both rescued me to lose him forever. Plus did you not read his letter? {A/n I decided not to include the letter cuz its emotionally draining to just read it}. Didn't he tell you to be happy now, to start over. How'd you think Newt would feel if he saw what you just did? Or Chuck? Alby? Winston? Or any of the boys who gave their life so you could be here today. How'd they feel? Huh?

Hearing Minho talk about Newt made Thomas realize that he owed it to Minho to tell him what had really happened to newt. " Minho, he interrupted him, I think you might hate me if I told you what happened to newt. What I did."
Without waiting for a reply, he went on "we were both squabbling with each other. Newt wanted me to end it for him once and for all. He begged me to do it. Eventually we were fighting each other. And in the midst of that, it could've been either of us but suddenly the knife was in his chest, and- " he couldn't go on further.

For a long moment, there was silence. Thomas couldn't look at Minho in the eye. But Minho's next words surprised him.

"It doesn't matter Thomas. Even if you did it, I know you only did what he wanted you to do. You gave your friend his dying wish. You put him out of his misery, because newt would've never wanted to become that thing".

As much as he hated himself for doing that to Newt, he knew Minho had a point. He looked with gratitude at his buddy, relieved he didn't hate Thomas. Part of him also cherished the prospect of not having to live with the responsibility of Newt's death on his shoulders. But that didn't make him any less responsible for her.

After a while, Minho spoke,

"But I'm also guessing you trying to throw yourself off that cliff like a whacky little klunkhead wasn't just because of Newt and Chuck was it? No they were a major part of the reason, but not all of it. It was because of her too wasn't it?"
When Thomas didn't reply, Minho knew he was right. He voiced his thoughts, asking Thomas the one question he'd been meaning to ask since he woke up.
"Thomas, what exactly happened between you two after Janson kidnapped you?
I know you fought him and managed to kill him, but on that rooftop, before any of us arrived, when it was just you two, what happened?"