TMR one shots/preferences

Yellow

A/N:Another song preference!! this ones called Yellow by Coldplay.

Thomas looked up at the sky. It'd been a while since they'd arrived at Paradise.

Look at the stars

It'd been a while since he'd seen Newt.

Look how they shine for you

It'd been a while since he'd spoken to Minho without a feeling of guilt weighing his stomach down.

And everything you do

He found the brightest star in the sky. That'd be Newt, he decided.

Yeah, they were all yellow

He regrets not waiting a little longer.

I came along

Maybe if he were a better fighter.

I wrote a song for you

If he held Newt off for a little longer, Minho would've come. And then they'd have Newt here.

And all the things you do

There was nothing he could do now. The world was indifferent to all the tears he'd shed.

And it was called Yellow

He remembered how warm Newt was. How comforting he was.

So then I took my turn

Newt was his rock. And Thomas didn't do anything in return.

Oh, what a thing to have done

He missed the Glade.

And it was all yellow

The simple times, where everyone knew what they were doing.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Newt would always bug him and make sure his work was done.

Turn into something beautiful

He hoped Newt was in a better place now.

And you know, you know I love you so

He wished he could tell Newt how much he meant to him before he had to leave.

You know I love you so

Thomas felt a tear slip onto his cheek, trailing down to his neck.

I swam across

He wished he could've done more.

I jumped across for you

He would do anything to bring Newt back.

Oh, what a thing to do

He regrets having that cursed knife on him.

'Cause you were all yellow

Another tear. Then another.

I drew a line

He regretted letting Newt come along with him.

I drew a line for you

He should've been stricter. More forceful. Should've told him to get the cure first thing.

Oh, what a thing to do

But in reality, he never could've been like that to Newt. Not intentionally.

And it was all yellow

Not when all Newt had been to him was kind.

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Butterflies couldn't see their wings. Couldn't see how beautiful they were. Thomas figured Newt was a butterfly.

Turn into something beautiful

Maybe Newt was a butterfly now. But Newt seems like he'd rather be a tree. Dependable and down-to-earth.

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry

Thomas would give anything to see Newt again. To be back in the Glade again.

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

He wished it was him that Newt stabbed.

It's true

He wished that Newt didn't turn the knife around.

Look how they shine for you

He missed Newt.

Look how they shine for you

Minho most of all. Regardless of the amount of tears Thomas had shed, Minho had shed more.

How they shine for

Thomas felt guilty. He wished to be in Newts place.

How they shine for you

Maybe Minho wouldn't have been so sad then.

Look how they shine for you

He knew that Minho and Newt had an unbreakable bond.

How they shine

Knew that seperating them when they were like brothers was just plain cruel.

Look at the stars

He cursed the world. He accused Fate. He denounced Death.

Look how they shine for you

He blamed himself most of all.

And all the things that you do

He looked up at the stars.

Newt was there.

A/N: I am back again guys!! And I'll be gone again. Hehe

Toodles~

Ava