Thomas' POV

I heard her voice before I could even open my eyes. I felt her soft lips against mine and I moaned in response. My arms automatically wrapped around her small waist and pulled her closer.

"Tom, we need to get up. Minho will surely kill you if you're not there for the next five minutes," she said before trying to release herself from my grip.

"He can shucking do it on his own. He can even scare away the Grievers with his sass," I whined and she laughed. Oh shuck, her laugh sounded so sweet.

She wiggled out of my embrace and sat up. "But Tom, Minho can't find the way out on his own."

Sensing her speech, I hastily stood up and changed my shirt. She laughed at me before packing my bag and handing it to me.

"Come on. You need to eat before you go," she said and pulled me towards the kitchen where Frypan was giving out sandwiches to the other runners. He handed me one too and Y/N put it inside my bag.

We were about to sit at our usual table with Minho, Chuck and Newt, but Y/N asked if she could transfer to another seat. Minho and Chuck were confused while Newt was frowning at her.

"Why? Is there something wrong?" I asked.

She vigorously shook her head. "I'm fine. Oh, I forgot my, uh, hair tie. I'll be back in a few." And before I could even tell her that her hair tie was on her wrist, she was off.

I sat alone with the rest of the boys and we all ate in silence, still curious as to what happened just a while ago. As I was putting the fork in my mouth, I saw Minho looking at Newt with those same glints on his eyes whenever he wanted to ask something controversial.

"What's up with you two?" I asked and Newt was surprised when I talked to him. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again and opening it to excuse himself. I just nodded as I watched him walked back to the homestead.

"Thomas, can we talk? In private?" Minho said and I was about to ask what it was about when he stood up in the direction of the maze.

I slurped the last of my water before jogging off to follow him. I was getting anxious and creeped out to this whole privacy thing. I was only a few steps away from Minho when the familiar mop of hair of Y/N caught my eye. I turned to see her with Newt beside the Homestead, and I felt my chest clenched.

I heard Minho clicked his tongue then he put his hand on my shoulder. "That," he said, his other hand pointing to the direction of my girlfriend and best friend. "Is what I want to talk about. Listen to me."

"Okay," I replied. My throat felt dry within seconds and my palms were sweaty that I absentmindedly wiped it against my trousers.

Minho had a distant look on his face as if trying to remember something important. "Just keep in mind that all of you are like my family and I will never, and I mean never, want to see us broken. I don't want to cause any dispute between you and those two, but Thomas, I saw them last night, in the Deadheads. They were alone. I think they were arguing about wanting to tell you something. I don't know what it was though. But as both guys? I think you know what I'm talking about." He stopped talking as soon as Newt and Y/N were near us.

I was flabbergasted with the information I got that I did not notice Y/N hugging me. I heard someone cleared their throat and I saw Minho pointing out to the maze.

"Hey, I need to go," I said to Y/N.

I could hear the crack of my heart when I saw her smile sadly at me, pulling me into a deep kiss and then hugging me. Her embrace was so tight as if she was saying goodbye. Or it could just be my mind playing tricks on me.

Before letting me go, she said something that made my heart shatter completely.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I hope you can forgive me."

"What do you-" She ran off afterwards without a second glance. I was about to call her name when I was enveloped into another hug, this time from Newt.

I couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is happening?!"

He just whispered, "Goodbye, Tommy." And ran away too.

I helplessly looked at Minho, tears brimmed the corner of my eyes. Their statements were enough confirmation for me that they were indeed cheating on me.

"You can take the day off, Thomas." Minho offered but I shook my head, a few tears slipping down my face.

"No. I... I need to take my mind off them. I need to run now more than ever," I said, my voice cracking a little.

Minho sighed before looking straight at me. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Okay. But if you want to take a break, then you're free to go back here."

"Thank you," I told him before running inside the maze. I needed the adrenaline. I needed the route so I wouldn't have to think about them.

I ran and ran until I felt my feet giving up on me and I stumbled down on the ground. I was sure that I scratched my arms but I did not care. Neither did I bother to get up from the cold floor of the maze. I just bawled my eyes out. Yelling and cursing everything. I was mad. Not at Newt and Y/N though. Heaven knows I couldn't get angry at them even if I wanted to. That was how much I loved them both. I was mad at myself for not noticing it earlier. I was mad for not letting her go.

And I was mad that I was completely pathetic now.

I felt got tired. I wanted to stay inside the maze until the Grievers just kill me, but I couldn't do that to Y/N. She would blame herself and I couldn't die with that burden.

So even if it was totally against my will, I pulled myself out of that shuck place and back to the Glade. I was about to go directly to the map room and stay there until nighttime but Alby blocked my way.

"You're early. What happened?" he asked, concern laced his voice.

"Just tired," I mumbled and he nodded. We stood there awkwardly at each other and he coughed to clear the tension.

"Anyway. I'm just gonna ask if you've seen Y/N. She wasn't in the kitchen and she's the one in charge for the lunch," he asked.

That made me frown. Y/N was not the type of person to skip her job. She was always enthusiastic about it and even tried to help other Gladers with their own jobs. She always went out of her way to make everything easier for us. And the news of her slacking off was completely peculiar.

"No, I haven't. Have you asked Newt or the others?" I said, knowing that the British would know where she was.

"He's missing too, and the Gladers said that they were together since the last time they saw them this morning," he explained with a frown on his face.

Okay, now that was completely weird. They would never skip their jobs just to do who-knows-what. Hell. That was even more impossible than the Grievers turning into our allies.

Something was off. And before I could even think about what it was, a shot echoed in the Glade. Alby and I looked at each other, then into the forest, and we bolted to a run.

My exhaustion seemed to fade when I heard that familiar shot, and as I was running my life off, I was praying to anyone above to not let it be Y/N.

Please don't let her get harmed.

We stopped in the middle of nowhere where we saw a form standing nearby. We got closer and were surprised that it was Y/N.

And the thing that made my heart run faster than Minho was the gun in her hands and the body of a familiar blond on the ground a few feet away from her.

She shot Newt. She killed him.

She must have heard us since she turned her head in our direction. I got a clear view of her face; dirt covered her cheeks, tears stained her face, and her hair a bit dishevelled. She pointed the gun at us and I tried to reach out to her.

"Y/N, just give me the gun. It's okay," I tried to say but knew for myself it was just a bunch of incoherent words.

She was wailing now, I could see her whole body shaking. "I'm sorry, Tom. He asked me to. I'm so sorry," she cried.

She stared into my eyes for a minute before closing hers. "I love you, Thomas. Goodbye."

And another shot bellowed the peaceful Glade.

3 days passed

I was fixing Y/N stuff when I stumbled upon two folded notes. Both were addressed to me and I opened the one from Y/N first. It all just said the words, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me my sunshine. I love you. So much. Be happy. For me, please?" And I hugged the note to my chest as if imagining I was actually cradling the love of my life who was now buried 6-feet underground.

Sniffing, I opened Newt's letter and I felt myself lose everything with what it said.

Tommy,
I know I'm not with you anymore when you read this and I'm truly sorry for that. You must be confused about why I asked Y/N to do it. And why her. The answers all lead to one event that happened after two weeks of your arrival.
I was about to go to bed when I suddenly lost consciousness. Or so I thought. The rest of what I'm going to tell you was based on Y/N's story. I trust her. And so should you.
When I thought I was deep in sleep, Y/N told me that I was wandering around the Glade, as if I was some mindless creature who doesn't know where to go. She approached me to ask what I was doing when she said, I suddenly attacked her. She said I wanted to eat her at that time. And I almost did. I thought she was joking, Tommy, but the fear in her eyes told me otherwise. It did happen.
The worst part was, I bit her off that night. On her leg. That was why she refused to take the cooking duty ever since then. She was infected.
Now you might think, how the hell Newt knew about this? I remembered everything, Tommy. Everything. And I knew you were a part of those people who put us in here. But I'm not mad. Heaven knows I'm not. I love you too much to get mad at you. And it's not your fault.
Also, I remembered it too. The flare, Tommy. It's a virus. And somehow, I wasn't immune to it. Wicked testified that with one of their letters. And they explained the whole thing about the flare.
That was why I told Y/N to kill me. Because if she doesn't, I might kill you all. And I can't have that. I couldn't lose you all even with my insane mind. I hope you forgive her. It wasn't her fault. And if ever you somehow thought we've got something going on, we don't. We love you, Tommy. She loves you.

I love you. And I can't hurt you. Not in a million years. Just keep in mind that I'm happy now. And I will always look after you, Tommy. Always.

Newt.