Thomas liked Newt's smile. It brightened his day up when they were in the Glade, and made his heart do a weird flip. It was a nice weird, though. His smile was contagious, bright in the sun they found out to be artificial. 

Thomas still liked Newt's smile. It promised him that they'd be okay, and would make it through the Scorch. The real sun made it even more dazzling, and feel like a somewhat nice jab into his heart. 

Thomas began to love Newt's smile. Denver changed nothing about them, except for their bond became stronger. His smile started to become something that happened after they shared a small, sweet kiss. 

Thomas was going to miss Newt's smile. He was going to miss the way it came with a chuckle or hug, the way it made everything feel okay. 

The way it meant many small, meaningful words.

this is tiny but it isnt a drabble bc its meant to be by itself I PROMISE

help my brain isnt working kill me

i cant write i actually cannot help