AN: So, I read the Maze Runner in a day, and got the other two yesterday at around 4 o'clock-ish then read both of them before going to sleep.

I also had to put the book down after Newt died so I could get a sippy cup of water and cry a bit.

This story's song is A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, so listen to that while you read. That's what the title was based on.

And big warning: I've never really written a full on making out kinda scene and I know I've read it, but I can't find any so, uh, if this sucks, full apology. Yeah.

So, without further ado, here are my feels, puked onto a page so I can keep sane.


"Please, Tommy. Please."

Thomas panted, looking into Newt's big brown eyes as they began to go out of focus again. Without really thinking, he yanked the gun away from Newt's forehead and pulled their faces together, smashing his lips against his friend's.

For a second, Newt didn't respond, but then he moved, tilting his head and moving his lips against Thomas'. Thomas snaked his free hand around Newt's neck, lacing his fingers into the older boy's long hair. His other hand still held the gun, but it was mostly forgotten by the two in the moment.

Thomas felt something, like a spark. Something more than when he had kissed Teresa. He felt like this was meant to be, he felt complete, with Newt in his arms, their lips pressing against each other, moving languidly.

It felt perfect.

Then, as suddenly as it had happened, they broke away, gasping for breath. Thomas stared into Newt's eyes as tears rapidly fell down his cheeks.

"Newt—"

"T-Tommy, p-please," Newt sobbed, burying his head in Thomas' shoulder. "Please," he whimpered.

Thomas sucked in a breath, looking at the gun in his hands as tears filled his own eyes. "O-okay, okay," he grabbed Newt by the shoulders and pulled him away, holding him so their foreheads were touching. "It's okay, Newt," he choked out, trying to hold back his own emotions for Newt's sake.

Newt's breathes were shaky and when he blinked, fresh tears cascaded down his face. "T-Tommy, I-I'm scared," he finally whispered.

Thomas bit his lips to try to keep from crying. "I-I know," he breathed out.

"T-Tommy, p-please, just d-do it," Newt begged softly.

Thomas nodded and took a deep breath, pulling Newt back into himself, kissing him again. With one arm wrapped around his back, he brought the gun up to Newt's temple, choking back his own sobs as he tried to comfort Newt in his last moments.

Thomas felt a spark. It hadn't been there when he kissed Teresa, it wasn't there when Brenda held his hand and it felt good. He wished that nothing was wrong and that he could just hold Newt for the rest of eternity.

He also felt an unquenchable sadness. It hadn't been there as Chuck faded away in his arms, not when Alby had been brutally murdered, not as his fellow Gladers fell around him. As he pressed the gun against Newt's temple, he felt like half of his body was being torn away and tossed for the Cranks to feed on.

Thomas tried so desperately to numb his aching heart as he pressed into Newt, giving his best friend one last moment of joy before peace. He steadied himself and choked out one sob before pulling back on the trigger.


AN: Uh…

I felt so sappy writing this…

Er… Heh…

So, really kinda short, but uh, please review, it'll make me so happy!

Repeat, please review, it makes a world of a difference when I get a review. If you cried, tell me, if you hated it, tell me, if there's a typo, god, please tell me, if it was cheesy, tell me, etc I just really want to know how you felt.

Thanks for reading!

-TheEvilAssHole