*Newt Hands Thomas the letter And it reads this In the death cure newt gave you the leter erly you are thomas and the leter reads Dear Thomas,

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Maybe not the first… but it’s the last.

I’m not afraid of dying. It’s losing myself that scares me. Forgetting who I am… forgetting all of this… forgetting you.

So every night, I say their names.

Alby. Winston. Chuck.

Over and over, like a prayer, because I’m terrified that if I stop, they’ll disappear. But somehow… you’re always the last thing that stays. No matter what, I remember you.

I remember the Box. How scared you were. And how you still ran into the Maze. From that moment, I didn’t need to think—I just knew.

I’d follow you anywhere.

And I have.

I always would.

If I could live it all again—the pain, the fear, everything—we lost… I would. Just to find you again. Just to have one more moment where nothing else matters but the fact that you’re still there.

There’s something I can’t leave unsaid.

Somewhere along the way… you became more than just my friend. It wasn’t loud. It just grew, quietly, in every moment I trusted you, every time I chose you.

I loved you, Thomas.

I still do.

And what scares me most isn’t dying… it’s that I might forget that before the end.

So please… remember me. Not just my name—me.

Keep going. Stay the same. The one who always chooses what’s right.

Take care of everyone.

And take care of yourself.

You deserve to be happy.

Thank you… for giving me something real to hold onto.

Goodbye, mate.

—Newt

but Thomas has not read it yet*