(Minho's pov) 

It's been a few days and I've been thinking about the note that William had.  The Scorch. What did it mean. Looking back into memories that I never wanted to stir. I feel tears run down my face, Winston. Newt notices me looking at the small piece of paper crying. He kneels next to me "What's wrong Minho?" He asked I manage to stumble out his name through tears "Winston." that is  all I am able to say until I burst into tears. "TOMMY!" Newt yells and Thomas turns  the corner and instantly comes to my my side. "What happened, Minho are you ok?" I Show him the note and try to tell him, but I can't. Not through the tears. It takes me a minute but I'm able to tell him. "Winston, It's not about the scorch but who we lost." I feel more tears roll down my face, as I begin to cry again. 

We decide to head back early, I just couldn't take the information. I needed to think. I hear William right outside my area. Hoping he doesn't ask, I can't explain it, not to him. He doesn't even know who he was. I was too upset to really think, I just needed time. After about a half hour passed I was ready to think about it a little more, trying my hardest not to stir those memories again.  It's not easy thinking about it, and I wont be getting answers soon. I know It's not what I wish it were. I wish he was coming back. I wish he was going to be the next glader. But after all it's most likely one of WICKED's cruel experiments. I knew they conducted cruel experiments but why something like this. 

I wake up famished, I had fallen asleep without eating anything. I head to the center of the glade to see if there is anything made for breakfast. There was some beans in a pan, Newt and Thomas had already left. I heard William walking over to me, not wanting to talk him I leave. I Won't be able to catch up to the others I stay in my bed thinking. I just can't quite wrap my head around it. I end up falling asleep, all this thinking has really worn me out. I wake up when that slinthead William wakes me up. "The shuck do you want?" I say groggily. "Get up and help me." He says. 

"No." I turn back over to the note and feel myself start to cry. "What are crying about, I just asked for help?" he asked "Go away." 

A/N Sorry that this isn't Newtmas, but it's something I ship. Me and my friends call it Minston. If you don't like it thats 'fine there will be Newtmas.