Newt,
Thomas is doing okay. He can't move and the shank is sleeping most of the time, but he's alive. I guess you can say that's okay.
I keep blaming this on myself. I should have seen him breaking. I should've talked to him more. I shouldn't have left him in the forest.
I know it's not my fault, that there's probably nothing I could've done, but I can't help thinking. I feel like I was too self absorbed to notice anything. I was too concerned about all the klunk in my life to realize that Thomas was going through the same shuck things. If anything, I thought he would be fine. He has Brenda. That's who he usually spends his buggin' time with, anyways.
The tiny hospital was the first thing we built when we got here, so Thomas gets to rest in an actual room. It's not like he has a bed - we haven't gotten that far yet. Just a sleeping bag.
I haven't gone to talk to Thomas yet. I need to calm down first. If I go now, I'll just have an outburst. I'm too pissed at both myself and him.
Thinking isn't a very good shuck thing for me to do, I've learned. It either gives me absolute crazy buggin' ideas or makes me depressed. I know I could've helped Thomas, at least a bit, if I hadn't been so selfish and lost.
But that makes me think even more. If I had tried harder, maybe I could've saved you. Maybe. Don't get me wrong, dude. I don't have klunk for brains. I know I could never save you from the flar; it had already started getting you. But I could've saved you from the the rest of the cranks. You wouldn't have had too be attacked by the flare around them. You could've been around us. The shanks that would never hurt you or kill you.
I could've gotten you to Paradise.
Forgive me for not forcing you along.
-Minho
Hello my beloved readers! I write these letters mainly during my math class, which helps me to pass the time. Today, I was finishing up writing this letter and, without thinking - AT ALL - I wrote the sentence about how Newt could've been with shanks that would never kill him. I finished writing it, then realized what I had done. My heart totally broke and I started to kind of break down. I had a bit of a breakdown in math today, guys. Okay, it was more than a bit. Minho still isn't aware of the fact that Thomas killed Newt and he is under the impression that neither him or Thomas would ever even consider badly hurting Newt, much less KILLING him. This totally made me break down. Sometimes, writing in math has it's disadvantages.
