Newt,
Why am I writing this? You'll never read it. There's no way. I thought there might be a chance. But that was when I was still under the bugging impression that you were still alive. No more impressions, now.
Maybe there's actually a better chance that you'll get to read these now. Maybe you're watching me write this from "above." If you are, I'm sure I know what you're thinking.
"You're crazier than the bloody cranks, Minho! You're going all sad on me, now? I died for me, not for you! Slim up and bugging pull it together!" I can actually hear you saying it.
I don't know what the shuck I expected. You were going to die soon, anyway. Stupid, bugging flare. I guess this way is better, right? No pain, no psycho people. Just one of your best friends pointing a gun at your shuck brain. No big deal.
Thomas told me about everything that happened. I'm pissed. Not at him. Or at you. I'm more angry at the bugging world for throwing all this at us. I'm also kind of mad at myself. If I would've died and let the shuck WICKED people use my brain for a cure, maybe they could've saved you in time. Mayve. But I didn't and it's over now.
I'm glad you asked Thomas to do it. I never could've. No bugging way. I'm surprised Thomas even could.
This is what you wanted. You're better off this way and I know that, no. I just have to keep reminding myself that. It's what you wanted. You're gone and that portal isn't opening back up, but it's what you wanted. Just because of that, I will slim it nice and calm. We're all safe now. You, me, and Thomas. Just in different shuck places. We're okay.
Say hi to Chuck and Teresa for me. Alby, too. Make sure they know that the Gladers made it to Paradise.
I'll never forget you, Newt. Thanks for everything.
-Minho
This is the officially the last letter! I'm sorry it took a while. I hope you guys loved it! Thanks for all your positive comments. They mean a lot to me. I'll hopefully be starting a new story soon. If I do, please read it and recommend my account to your friends. Thanks again! :) :)