We had just finished breakfast and Gally was still outside talking with everyone and catching up with the gladers. I was just sat on our bed with my legs over the edge and my head in my hands.

I had just found the envelope from Newt and now it sat on the table in front of me, begging to be opened, but i couldn't bring myself to it. My heart shattered every time I thought about him. But I also couldn't leave it, he wouldn't want that. He wrote it, so I would read it. I have to.

I snatched it off the wooden table and slowly cracked open the seal, revealing a letter written in Newt's untidy hand writing. I sucked in a breath before beginning to read.

dear y/n,

god, i wish i had a nickname for you. the boys and i had talked about and joked about it back at the glade but none of us could come up with a good one. it made us all so happy when you called us the stupid nicknames you created each and every one of us. minho will probably hate to admit it but he liked it, possibly even loved it, when you called him 'min min'. now, use that information however you like.

Tears were already spilling.

i remember when ben, fry and i had to try and convince the new greenies that you could actually be serious and that you weren't always making jokes. but the only times you were ever really serious was when it came to gally. bloody hell, you defended that boy so much when anyone made fun of him. take tommy for example, you shut him straight down when he disliked gally. you were always loyal and hopefully you'll stay that way. you better do.

i've known you for as long as i can basically remember. you're one of my closest friends, my best friend. and it pains me so shucking much to say this but i won't always be there with you. i'm writing this because i'm probably not there right now. i'm probably, most likely, gone.

Whole waterfalls were streaming from my eyes.

look after him. tommy, i mean. after all those times we told him to look after you, now you should return the favour. for me. i never got the chance to tell him about my feelings. i've wrote a letter for him as well, but i feel like admitting my feelings once i'm already gone will upset him more. so, please, don't tell him. but don't just look after tommy. look after them all.

i hope the safe haven is everything we'd dreamt and talked about. i can see it now. lovely weather but not too warm. big, tall trees full with bright green leaves. colourful flowers everywhere. i wish i could be there with you but there's nothing we can do.

also, don't beat yourself up too much, actually, don't beat yourself up at all over my death. don't blame yourself and don't let anyone else blame themselves. i know after gally supposedly died that you blamed yourself for months. please, don't do that now. it's no ones fault other than the worlds.

we always used to talk about how we would spend our future if we weren't stuck in a maze. you used to say that you wanted you and gally to be living in a cottage with a few kids in a pretty place. i hope you get that. i used to say that i wanted to just be free. and i got that. yes, we weren't free, free. but it was away from the maze.

y/n, i love you so so much. you've been my best friend and we've shared the best memories together. i'm sorry i'm leaving now. i didn't even get to see you and gally grow up. feel free to write short letters back to me just to make you feel better. :)

i wish you all the best of luck. and hopefully you'll be free from wicked and safe. that's all i've ever wanted for us all. now, it's coming true. anyway, i better go. once again, i love you.

bye, y/n.

newt.

Sob after sob left my mouth. I could barely breath, my chest was too tight. I put the letter down on the bed beside me and cried into my hands.

He didn't deserve it. Why was he the one who had to go?

I tried to keep quiet, not wanting anyone to come and check on me while I was in such a state. But someone heard.

He gently pushed open the door and once he laid eyes on me, his face fell. He quickly walked over and knelt in front me.

"Hey." He whispered pulling my hands away from my face.

"Hey, Gall." I choked.

"What's up? Why are you crying?" Gally ran his thumb over the back of my hand, relaxing me slightly.

I nodded towards the piece of paper and he removed his hand from mine to pick it up. I could tell he didn't need to read it all to know who it was from. He placed it back down and took my hands again, staring into my puffed eyes.

"I'm sorry, princess. I wish there was something, anything, I could do." He said sympathetically.

"It's fine. It's over now. He's gone." I looked away from him.

His head gently grabbed my chin and he turned my head to his.

"Newt wouldn't want you to be like this. He's probably watching you right now. He wants you to be happy. I know he does. He always did. So now is your chance to be happy and enjoy life without Wicked."

Gally moved his hand to my cheek and he attempted to wipe some of the tears away.

My chin quivered, "I miss him and he hasn't even been dead that long."

"I miss him too. We all do. But, like you said, he's gone and there is nothing we can do." Gally tilted his head sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you saying sorry?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm being dramatic."

"Darling, no you aren't. He was your best friend. You have every right to be acting like how you are."

"How's T?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Good. Uh, he got a letter as well. Other than that, he's just trying to enjoy his life. And you should be doing the same." His hand went from my cheek to my shoulder.

"I should be, but I'm not. I'd like to just stay here." I flopped onto the bed on my back.

"If you don't get up and come outside right now, I swear to god, I will get Fry to come in here again with his pans. And seen as Fry is 'always' right, you have to get up." He shrugged and stood up straight.

"No, please." I chuckled, choking on my tears.

"I will." He dared, "But, I won't if you get up and go outside."

"What do I get if I do?" I questioned, sitting up on my elbows.

"Erm, a hug."

I shook my head and he sighed.

"A kiss?"

I smiled and nodded my head violently.

"Get your ass up then." He laughed and held his hand out to help.

I smacked it away and stood up myself. I shuffled into his chest and looked up at him. His cheekbones were more defined than they were in the Glade.

I puckered my lips for a kiss but he shook his head.

"I said outside. Y'know, that's out there." He pointed.

"Ughhh." I groaned.

"Come on." He went out and turned to watch me, "It's not difficult. Just move those legs of yours and you'll be able to have a kiss."

I sniffed and wiped my eyes before walking slowly over to him.

"Kiss now?"

"Yes. I will kiss you now."

He leant over and cupped my face. I held the back of his head. Both of us closed our eyes as our lips connected. I relaxed into the kiss and so did he. His tongue was trying to make its way into my mouth, so I let it and just then...

"Hey, hunny buns!!!" Minho ran over like a little girl.

Gally pulled away and sighed, heavily. He clearly wanted the kiss to last a little longer. We slowly turned to face Minho and his eyes flicked between both of us.

"Oh, sorry. Was I interrupting something?"

"Yes, actu-" Gally began.

"Cool. Erm, Fry wanted me to come get you, y/n." Minho pointed at me.

"What for?"

"I have no clue. Just go, will you?"

"Okay, fine. Where is he?"

"With Vince in the main tent thingy."

"Kay. Bye, Gall. See you later." I started to walk to where Minho had come from.

"We can continue this later on tonight." He winked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, "Horny shank." I mumbled.

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yes, besties, that's right. there is gonna be smut in the next chapter 😝