For kyamikaelson

Oh Amelié,

Hey, I've been missing you more this week than usual. I know it's weird to be missing you more now than before but I am. I miss you and I miss your jokes. I miss the way you make me laugh.

I am probably more appreciative of some things in life now that I've been on the brink of death. You might understand how appreciative I am of simple things, such as arguments. I have enough control of myself now, as opposed to when I had the Flare, to not scream at people and overreact. It's great.

I'm not being sarcastic.

I want to thank you for helping Brenda and Thomas to save me. I would have died if you didn't figure it out. I'm so sorry, because, even though I know it was mostly Brenda, it must have hurt so badly to hold me down while she administered the cure.

I think that all I can say right now is sorry. I'm sorry Amelié. I'm so sorry for putting you through that and for forcing you to see me like that and for just being such an asshole in general while I had the Flare. I'm so sorry.

But enough of that, that's way too depressing to be the entire letter.

I wish you were here so we could work on our garden together. The tomatoes are growing nicely and I'm really proud of how the cabbage is doing. Remember how we thought that the onions would die pretty early on? Turns out the onions are so prone to survival that they are doing perfectly fine. They kind of remind me of you.

If I could see you right now what would I tell you? Minho is campaigning for a government system in the Safe Zone and Brenda is working with Thomas to make the Cure more accessible. They kind of scare me, to be honest. All holed up in their little medicine shack with their blackout curtains drawn and they'll yell at you if you open the door to let the light in. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if they're just making out in there. 

I think I've seen some of the other kids around, the ones from the Glade, the ones who got out with us but ended up stuck with the Rat-man. It's weird, I might just be imagining them but, if I'm not, why haven't they come to say hello? Or to kick the clunk out of me for leaving them behind? I want them to do something, I can't handle thinking I'm going crazy again.

Amelié, I would really love to see you again, to hear your voice and even to make you laugh like we used to. Whenever you decide to come home, I'll be waiting with the onions.

Much love and respect,

Newt