Be It Or Not Unbreakable Bond (Thomesa)

Chapter 2

The early morning sun brought orange and pink tints to the pleasantly blue sky over Paradise. Loud sounds of people awakening to work for a busy day and pans clacking around deep from the kitchen. Thomas stared at Teresa's name craved into the memory stone alongside his other failures of his treasured friends with brown eyes of despair and sorrow.

Chuck, Alby, Winston, Newt, now Teresa.... He slowly traced over the letters individually, feeling like he was caressing her. They had lost so many of their friends and it was because of WICKED.

Knowing it was pathetic that Thomas, the fearless leader who escaped the maze, fought cranks and outwitted WICKED, was broken by the death of a girl who was long gone but... not forgotten. Honestly, Thomas didn't care because he didn't want to forget her and her sacrifice.

His heart ached and yearned for something it could not have, it's owner gone.

Clenching his jaw and fisting his hands into fists, Thomas held back his tears of rage and guilt. Maybe stopping by the memory stone was not such a good idea after all during his morning walk and his decision of possibly skipping breakfast.

Knowing Minho, he was most likely is going to look for him because of him being missing during breakfast with the others. Thomas breathed deeply as he slowly unclenched his jaw and hands, letting out a heavy sigh and silently walked the direction towards the mess hall.

Spotting his best friend enthusiastically waving at him, Thomas nodded in greeting before plopping into the seat next him and Gally.

"Where were you, you lazy shank? Took you long enough, did you get lost on the way?" Minho chuckled cheekily as he elbowed Thomas in the ribs. Thomas grunted and half-heartedly elbowed Minho back with a genuine small smile. At least Minho was here, alive and well.

"You feeling better or does it still hurt?" Minho questioned in concern despite his cheeky act. Thomas stiffly shifted as he fiddled with his old henley shirt before quickly busying himself with loading his plate with Frypan's scrambled eggs and fresh berries.

"It's healing somewhat." Thomas responded in a broken voice as he tried to swallow some food down his throat. Minho nodded in relief and went back to devouring his portion of food whilst talking with Gally, something about building more huts or branching out the settlement for other people.

Thomas tuned himself out of the rest of the table conversation as he lost himself in his own thoughts. After forcing himself more bites of scrambled eggs, he quietly slipped out of mess hall with a nod of gratitude to Frypan.

Feeling exhausted after a horrible night of no sleep and constant staring of his ceiling, waiting to no vain for a dreamless sleep. Thomas was exhausted and headed towards his hut for a quick nap before his run with Minho. He closed his eyes tightly as he lay upon his sheets, hoping for the darkness to consume him and sleep to arrive.

He pressed his forehead against hers in bliss, caressing her cheek and stared at her pink lips while she straddled him and continued to explore his chest with her hands. Gently at first, he brought his hand up to cup her breast through the material of her tattered shirt. She sighed into his warm touch, encouraging him to proceed further. He squeezed and she produced a moan that reverberated through his body.

The sound of the nearby footsteps soon broke them from their private bubble. They were both breathing heavily, so lost in each other and she looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes, darkened with love and passion.

"Guess freetime is over." She said, smiling seductively at him as she pressed a final kiss to his aching lips before getting off his lap she had been perched on. She smoothed down her disheveled shirt due to his wandering hands.

He was desperately working on calming his own breathing as he continued to stare at her dazed. Her mesmerising raven hair swung from side to side and swayed in the breeze as she walked over to him.
"Tom, we can continue this later." She whispered playfully as she trailed her hand down his chest, stopping just above his waist. He groaned inwardly, his breathing becoming erratic once again.

She opened the door carefully with a bright smile before leaving him in his hut alone to collect his swirling lovestruck thoughts. His lips tilted up into a grin, a joyful glimmer in his eyes as he stared longingly at the door.

Thomas slept with a peaceful smile plastered across his face, happy to be with Teresa in his dreams. Just her and him.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)