A/N - WARNING

I warn you! There's gonna be major feels here! And some spoilers for you who hasn't read Death Cure, or maybe you won't understand. Just read with caution! If you're reading this in public, there might be a chance you'll cry

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"Stop it!" I yelled, as tears began to fall from my eyes, hot tears making its way down my chin. A new warm tear falls from my eyes every single second. "This isn't going to help anything." I slowly shook my head, switching my glare on Thomas and Minho.

"But he killed him!" Minho pointed towards Thomas, anger filling every inch of him. A feeling of rage pushed him to the limit.

"You think I don't regret it?!" Thomas shouted at him, beating his chest wildly. "You think I don't regret killing my own best friend?!" Tears began to form in his eyes, blurring out his vision. Soon, they fell down to his chin and dropped on the dirty ground.

"Minho." I softly whispered, closing my eyes shut. But I knew he looked at me. "Thomas."

"Please, just stop." I stated, opening my eyes. "It was his own choice, for his own good. I would've done the same for him. We," I broke down again, my throat burned from the tears I tried to hold back, my chest hurt. It feels as if an arrow had struck through it, blood trickling out.

"Just need to-" I can't stand it anymore. I knelt to the ground, shutting my eyes as waves of tears fell, drowning my cheeks. I hid my face with the thick strands of hair which fell as I lowered my head.

Thomas and Minho looked at each other, full of sorrow and mercy. Then they walked towards me, kneeling beside me.

"We're sorry. Especially me." Thomas swallowed, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't be." I lifted my head to see the two faces who stood by me. "I would've done the same."

"I too would've done the same." Minho sighed. His breath warm from the frustration he felt inside.

"We will see him again one day." My lips pulled to form a weak smile. My chest felt like it was beaten up and I couldn't breath. My breaths turned into hiccups as I try to speak. "But for the mean time, just remember that he's always with us."

Minho started to break down, his soft eyes blurred as tears fell down. "Always." He whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder, soon crushing my shoulder with his tight grasp.

I placed my hand over his, and bit my lips. I turned and hugged him with my bleeding heart. We cried more as we remembered the good times we had.

Soon, Thomas joined in and placed his arms around us.

Flashbacks surged through my mind. The time I arrived and he helped me up. When he showed me around, his smile. When we used to laugh together while the boys were asleep. That time he helped me through the maze. The time he risked his life for me. The time he turns vicious every time something got to me. The weak smile he makes just to make everyone else happy. Him.

Later that night, I looked up at the starlit sky, with my blurred eyes.

"Newt," I whispered, both my hands scrunched together on my chest in attempt to sooth it down. "I wish you'd still remember me." My tears began to fall on my cheeks, hot and warm tears falling to my chin.

"I wish you won't forget the good times we had. I promise I'll remember you 'till the end of time. I promise that I'll fight for you. I'll make it for you." I lowered my head and closed my eyes, my last tear fell.

"I promise."

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A/N

Omg feels!!! This is my first time writing something so sad, it makes myself cry. It's seriously flooding here in my bedroom. If you knew my friends, you'd know they're horrible. They keep mocking me by reminding me of 250.

A friend of mine had a box of tissue. Guess how many pieces-or whatever it's called-there are? 250.

During my exams, in multiple choice. I remember it was number 10, choice B of computer lesson. 250 again.

If you check the pic on top, tht's my classmate, Ricky. He read tmr and is currently reading tst. I killed him for saying that. I. Hate. Him.