Disclaimer: I do not own the TMR series- if I did page 250 wouldn't have happened-, it belongs to James Dashner. I also do not own the song Coming Back Down by Hollywood Undead.
The blood. Bullet on bone, metal on flesh. Gone before he even hit the ground.
Newt's last words still rang in his ears. Thomas could still hear the pain behind them, the sanity… his very last shred of it. Please Tommy please…
Newt used his last bit of sanity to beg for death, Thomas realized. The thought seemed to physically hit him, and he doubled over, tears still streaming down his face. Like he had the fateful day they found out Newt wasn't immune.
His smile… that smile made him feel like the whole world was okay again. That smile, gone forever. That smile, a mask of the terror inside him... the pain Thomas was hidden from. Hidden by ignorance and that smile.
And how can I tell Minho that his best friend is dead? How can I find strength when my world died with him?
"I'm sorry, Newt," he whispered. The words cut through the air like they held all of the pain inside him. "I'm so sorry."
But now I do understand
That you were too good for this world
So you left it
I was just feeling especially sad about page 250 today and decided to write this. Hope you liked it. I'm going to go cry now.