Newt,
My house is slowly getting up. We've been making it out of the wood from the trees. That's what most of the things here are made of. We don't get bricks shipped here like we did in the Glade.
Sometimes, I wish we could go back to the Glade. Be with all the Gladers again, live like we did back in the good old days. The good old days that we all thought were miserable. That was when all we really had to worry about was the grievers. I have to say, though, I don't miss those shuckin' scary monsters. They gave me the heebie-jeebies! Almost as much as the buggin' cranks do.
You're one of those cranks now...
I finally understand what you were feeling when Alby died. Heartbroken. Like you could've - no should have - done something more.
When you think about it, you and Alby left us in a similar way: sacrifice. Alby sacrificed himself to the shuck grievers, because he knew that might keep the rest of us Gladers safe. You sacrificed our friendship and your safety to keep Thomas and I from seeing you going crazy. To keep us happy. But, ya know, dude, neither of those "sacrifices" worked. Do I seem happy to you? I feel like klunk. You're probably psycho. And, if you showed up here right now, I would probably start crying with happiness. Our friendship wouldn't be ruined. Naw. I don't see your shuck sacrifice as a success.
I just wish you were here.
-Minho