I rubbed a shaky hand across my face, looking out at the ocean in front of me. Minho and Thomas were by my side, like always.

It was beautiful, the waves crashing on the shore, the moonlight shimmering off of the deep blue ocean - you would've loved to see this, you always dreamed of finally seeing the sea, the outside world.

We had made it out of the Maze/Glade, made it out of the Scorch, made it to the Safe Haven, away from all the dangers and fear. We lost practically everyone on the way. I just never thought I'd lose you.

I remember how you looked when you died, the black veins spreading across your once flawless skin, the way your beautiful eyes had turned a deep black, almost looking like black holes, void of emotion and humanity. The thing that broke me the most was seeing the black blood and ooze dripping from your eyes and mouth. Those images were still fresh in my mind, to say I was traumatised was an understatement.

I was lost without you.

You were my best friend, my everything - and I had to watch you turn into a mindless, bloodthirsty monster.

I remembered your last words, they will always be lingering at the front of my mind, playing again and again in my ears. "Please, Newt, please." You had begged me to kill you, I didn't have the balls to do it, so you did it yourself.

I sighed heavily, fiddling with your necklace that was delicately placed in the palm of my hand. It was just a necklace that was weaved out of an old, thin vine from the maze, one you made years ago when we first arrived at the Glade, and you had never taken it off.

Minho had his hand on my back, gently massaging it, trying to calm me down so I wouldn't burst out in tears and have another breakdown.

Your death was merely a month ago, I would never forget that rainy night. What haunts me the most, is that when we went back to retrieve your body and give you a proper funeral, it wasn't there, only a patch of black blood and the machete that had killed you to remind us what truly happened in front of that WCKD building.