The two of them then looked at each other for a long moment, catching their breaths, somehow reliving in those few seconds all the things they’d gone through, all the death, all the pain. And mixed in there was relief, that maybe - just maybe - it was all over. […] Now, staring at the person who’d become his true best friend, he had to fight back the tears.

The Death Cure by James fucking Dashner, page 319. THOMINHO FEELS (via crank-palace)