Color
(A/N: I'm really sorry but this one is going to be the one sad one⦠I had no idea what to do for this one but then I got this idea in Spanish class. For future reference, if I get an idea in Spanish class it will probably be sad because I hate Spanish class with a burning passion for personal reasons that I will not make you all sad with since this story will be sad enough. I hope it winds up being more of a bittersweet, but yeah it will probably be sad. If you don't want to read a sad story I will be updating one called fire in a few minutes, go read that one its funny. Anywho I hope you like this story but go and read fire if you want something happier. This one contains spoilers for the death cure and takes place in Paradise.)
ALL DASHNERS I OWN NOTHING
Minho wasn't sure what to think. He had made it to paradise earlier that year. Now it was the end of the year, and it was Christmas. WICKED had removed all of his memories of Christmas, so he and the other surviving Gladers needed it to be explained to them. Newt would have loved Christmas, he thought. He had to leave Newt, his boyfriend, his best friend, his lover, his baby, back at the crank palace. It was the worst and hardest thing he had ever done. And now it was Christmas, and Newt wasn't there.
There was something strange about Minho that he had never really bothered him. He had a condition called synesthesia. It was a condition that causes him to see a color when he sees a specific word. It wasn't hallucinations, like what Newt had. The number one was a deep black. Newt's gorgeous name was a lovely, earthy green with brown mixed in. His own name was blue and red tye dye. Thomas was bright green and blue. Paradise was shiny, metallic ocean blue.
As the Christmas festivities began, all Minho could think of was Newt. He couldn't help it, they had been in love and now Newt was gone Minho would never see his angel again. He could hardly bear the thought of it, but it was his reality. Everything reminded him of Newt. I guess that's just the side effect of being in love. Things go wrong and people get heartbroken, he thought. Thomas was going through the same thing, with Teresa dead, although it wasn't nearly as bad because they hadn't spent two and a half years trapped in a deadly maze together. Minho began to think back to their time together, and before he could help it, his mind was associating it with colors.
Green was the color that he associated with waking up in the box together. They had both been original Gladers, which meant that they had come up with about thirty other gladers into a completely empty Glade. There had been nothing there, just a forest that was later called the deadheads, and the stone walls of the maze. The color green had popped up in his mind, which was the start of the term green bean or greenie. Minho had said something about green beans, and the name stuck. By the time he reached paradise, he couldn't remember exactly what he had said, but he remembered that it had made Newt laugh.
When Newt introduced himself, all Minho could see was a bright, blinding white, and from then on, that is what he thought of when he thought of Newt's introduction. When Newt said the name "Minho," he saw a brilliant blue. Colors were always more beautiful when Newt was speaking them. That was just what synesthesia is like, people don't just speak words, they would also speak colors. Colors seemed different when Newt spoke, since he loved Newt.
Their love for each other was a burning, passionate red. They had started "dating", if you could call it that, about six months after they had come up in the box. It was not uncommon, there were plenty of other relationships in the Glade. You put a bunch of teenagers trapped in a maze, things are bound to happen. Minho and Newt were different. Most of the relationships didn't last very long, and the ones that did were more about sex. While Minho and Newt certainly had that, their relationship was so much more. They loved each other very much, platonically and romantically. Minho didn't think he could ever live without Newt. Minho made sure Newt knew that, although he knew Newt didn't believe it. Newt loved him back just as much. Minho assured Newt that he would always love him, even when they got out of the maze. And it was true, he was out of the maze and still loved Newt. But Newt wasn't here.
Grey was the ugly color of when Newt tried to kill himself. It was by far the worst thing that had happened to them since arriving in that hellhole. When Alby came back carrying Newt's limp body, Minho thought he was dead. Minho was distraught at the thought of losing Newt. He couldn't do it, not now, not ever. He made sure to never leave Newt's side until he was absolutely sure that Newt was going to be alright. He made sure that Newt knew he loved him. "Why did you do it?" he had asked. "I couldn't stand it here any longer. I had to get out, and that was the only way," Newt had responded. Those words had broken Minho in the grayest way possible.
There was a soft blue that Minho felt when Newt started to feel better after the suicide attempt. While Newt never fully recovered, he was no longer throwing himself off of walls. He was second in command now, which meant he had a bunch of different jobs. It was good for him, he was beginning to recover. Soft, light blue was the color he felt when he had hope that Newt was going to be ok.
The brightest yellow was the color of when they escaped the maze. It was wonderful. Minho had never seen Newt look so happy. They had finally escaped what had made Newt so depressed in the first place. The two had spent that night together. Minho would never forget the joy on Newt's face. His smile had never been brighter. Things may have not been completely perfect, but they would be. Or, that's what they thought.
A bright, violent orange was what Minho thought of when he thought of them together in the scorch. They could really only spend the nights cuddled together, since during the day they had to keep moving. Minho enjoyed slightly bossing Newt around since he was the leader, and Newt enjoyed being bossed around. When Minho was struck by lightning, it was Newt who patched him back up. He remembered Newt's hands in his hair and down his burned skin as he helped him heal from the lightning. These were very difficult, but still wonderful times.
After the scorch, WICKED separated them. All Minho could see was a blank white. He needed Newt's arms around him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. And he knew Newt needed the same thing from him. They were perfect for each other, and they needed each other. Separation wasn't good for them, and neither were WICKED's experiments. Minho never would have expected what was to come.
When he found out that Newt had the Flare, Minho saw an ugly, vomit green. It wasn't anything like the beautiful, earthy green he thought of when he heard Newt's name, but an awful one that was like the nightmares of small children. He hated leaving Newt in the crank palace, that only made the green worse. Everything was terrible, and it was only going to get worse.
A few months after entering paradise, Thomas finally told Minho what had happened to Newt, and Minho could only see black. A great ugly black, like the void, or like hell. He may have fought Thomas, yelled curse words at him, or hurt him. Minho couldn't remember. All he could feel was the emptiness of losing someone you loved. And if that meant he lost Thomas as a friend as well, so be it.
Now, as Christmas approached, he was beginning to see a pale yellow. It wasn't the blinding yellow that he saw when they escaped the maze. This was a softer one, a paler was finally starting to realize that even without Newt, the earth was still turning. He and Thomas were still friends, even though he had killed Minho's boyfriend. Things weren't perfect, they never had been and they never would be. And that was ok. Minho knew Newt wouldn't want him to go throw himself off of a wall. He would have said "Tough it up and live without me. You can do it. I believe in you, and I love you." Little did he know, that up in heaven, Newt was thinking those exact words.
(A/N: Omg I am so sorry that was so terrible. I seriously don't like this one and I am so so sorry. This was awful ugh. I just couldn't think of anything else. But please, please, don't stop reading it! Naughty and nice comes tomorrow, and I guarantee that one will be so much better. Again, I apologise for how bad this one was but go read fire, it was much better If you did like it feel free to leave a review and if this is somehow the first thing of mine that you have read, don't worry my other stuff is much better.)
