this ones shorter than usual :)

i listened to this bc im in a sad cry-y newtmas / thominewt mood and was like "ok fuck it we're writing something"

they've been through a lot.

making it out through the maze.

making it out through the scorch.

making it out through denver.

losing people.

losing friends.

losing family.

they miss them, of course.

but at the safe haven, they feel free.

after so many years of stress, conflict, panic and war. 

freedom. 

thomas, newt and minho. they all didn't know what freedom was for a long time. 

they got little hints of it, when they were alone. alone, relaxed, calm, serene. 

but there was always a bit of stress between it all. and nobody would have been able to prevent that panic from being there. 

but, now?

now, they can relax. without panicking about WICKED. without panicking about the flare. without panicking about being controlled. without panicking about dying of starvation or dehydration. 

they have moments where they panic, when minho wakes up, petrified, when it's thundering. but thomas and newt trace his scars on his chest, whispering sweet nothings to him.

but, it's not sweet nothings.

it's sweet nothings that hold a lot of love.

but, the thing that always gets all three, is when they have bonfires at the safe haven.

newt starts crying. he just can't deal with it. 

but, it's okay. because they're together. they've done it. and they're so fucking proud of each other. 

they might not be able to remember stupidass things like their birthday, or their first pet. but they can remember each other. well, ish.

but they don't care.

the memories they hold together, it's the thing that holds them together.

"if you close your eyes, it's like being in the glade." thomas chided, letting out a shaky breath. he reached into his pocket unconsciously, getting out the wooden block thing from chuck. his eyes were closed, and he was leaning on a log, in between newt and minho. "the smells, the noises. everything." 

newt nodded in agreement. "it really is." he smiled weakly. "i'm so proud of you. both of you. i love you both so much." 

minho let his hand wander to thomas' thigh. "same. you're both so amazing. we've come so far." 

thomas rested his head on newt's shoulder. "yeah. yeah, we are. and so are you. we really have." he looked up the stars. "i like to imagine they're up there, proud of us as well." 

"they are. they're up there. all of them. alby, winston, chuck, teresa. they'd be so shocked that you'd have made it out alive, tommy." he let himself laugh. 

"i'm shocked myself, if i'm honest." 

the asian by the side of them rolled his eyes. "you have such little faith in yourself, shank. but sometimes, you have too much. you can't save everyone." 

thomas let a tear run down his cheek, contemplating what to say as he looked to the night sky. "well, i didn't die trying, did i?" 

no im in such a sad mood and i really dont know why i dont like it :( what should i do help