Thomas' POV

I walked into the prison for my meeting with Minho. Officer Alby led me to the place we were at previously. Minho was already there, his face hard and unreadable. When I sat down he started laughing.

"It's funny how you thought that I would actually consider it," he started. "Why would I help you get your boyfriend back when that would mean that I would die in his place. And I was the one who killed him. You're the one who let him jump in front of the bullet. If anything, you should be the one to die. I don't care who dies, but it's not going to be me. Let me tell you something, Thomas, I've made a name for myself here. With that being said, why would I just roll over and die? I knew my answer when you proposed the idea to me four days ago. I just wanted to see how stupid you actually thought I was. If there weren't officers all over, I'd kill you right now for believing that I would just give up my life so that you can be happy. Sometimes the one who should die is the one who's avoided death before."

With that, Minho stood up and left me sitting there, shocked. I wasn't exactly expecting him to agree, but his words struck something in me. "You should be the one to die," he'd said. Maybe I should be. Newt deserves a life and I closed my eyes at the time he needed me the most. If I were to give my life for his, then he'd be able to move on. But what if it backfires and he does what I did. I would hate to see him so depressed and broken. He's already been through so much, including death.

I hadn't realized that Officer Alby had led me out of the police station. While walking home, I continued to contemplate what to do. Chuck was an option, but I couldn't let him die. Minho obviously wasn't going to budge and give in. My cheeks were tear stained because at some point during the walk I'd started crying. I ran up to my room and just freely cried until it was time for dinner. Even then I didn't eat much. All I could think about was Newt. There had to be someway to get him back other than killing Chuck.

But what?