He stood upon the grave. It's been six months since he pulled that trigger and shot his best friend in the head. "Kill me", he said, "Do it before I become one of them".
"Please, Tommy. Please." These were his last words. The last time he is going to call him Tommy again.
Thomas looked at his friend, he could barely recognize him. The flare has killed any trace of humanity he had left. The flare has changed him to something unfamiliar to Thomas.
Thomas remembered the big brown eyes looking at him, they were begging for forgiveness and desperate for saving. He only wanted to be free from all his pain and suffering.
Newt never gave up on Thomas, even when Thomas did. "You can't give up, Tommy," He said to him back at the Scorch, "I won't let you". Thomas knew he shouldn't let Newt give up on himself but would it be better if he wouldn't have shot his friend?
It wasn't the first time Newt gave up on his life. Right before Thomas fired the gun Newt told him that he tried to kill himself in the maze, he climbed halfway up on of the maze walls and jumped off. That's how he got his limp. Thomas also remembered how Newt blamed him on everything. "I hate you, Tommy.", he heard Newt's voice in his head and it pinched his heart, even though he knew I wasn't Newt who's talking, it was the flare monster he had become.
"Hey Newt," Thomas wanted to believe Newt can hear him. "We won the war against WICKED," he smiled, "Can you believe it?"
"We're rebuilding what used to be the Scorch and I wish you'd be here and live in this new world with me." Thomas tried to hold back his tears, "I miss you." He said and let one tear stream down his face.
"Without you none of this could ever happen, you were the glue," He stopped, "You still are the glue, the glue that kept us all together. Thank you. Thank you for keeping me from falling apart and giving me strengths when I couldn't find any. Thank you for never giving up on me even when I did. Thank you for always being right beside me. Thank you for being my friend."
At that point Thomas couldn't hold back his tears. He realized now how close he and Newt were and how much he cared for him.
He lied on the grave and let it all out. He snuffledand whispered something he should told Newt while ago.
"I love you.", he smiled. He finally understood his feelings for Newt and he felt relief to admit it. Thomas hoped that Newt can hear him from the other side and that he's smiling too.