he has to watch you die in front of him as you're shot by a member of WCKD.
"no..." he muttered, "no... not y/n..."
he watched as you slumped to your knees on the floor, clutching your chest where the bullet was, "i'm sorry, thomas." were your final words before you fell to the ground.
thomas's screams were muffled by nearby gun fire, he was dragged away by brenda and minho to get him to safety but all he cared about was you — and he'd never forgive himself for letting you go.
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oof okay i promise no more sad imagines for the rest of this book... maybe
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dylan o'brien imagines
Fanfictionimagines about dylan o'brien & his characters :) #10 in stiles stilinski