Dear Tommy,

Minho's given me a journal, apparently you had it made for me.

So yeah... Hi?

It's been a couple of days since you died... well haven't come back to the Glade and... I miss you. I miss you soo soo much. Everyone's convinced that you're dead... I don't believe them. Not one bit.

You were the strongest one, even stronger than Minho. You've survived the maze before, without any prep. You were just a Greenie. But you did it anyway. So why didn't you survive this time?

Just... WHY, YOU STUPID SHANK? Are you crazy? Why did you go into the maze? I told that it was dangerous but you never listen. Ever. And now look... you're not here.

I miss you. I know that I said it before... but goddamn, I bloody miss you Tommy.

I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you would take the piss of Minho's sassiness. I just... miss you.

You were my whole world, Thomas. And now... I don't know what I'll do.