Be It Or Not Unbreakable Bond (Thomesa)

Chapter 6

The forest was a leafy paradise, tall aged trees had creaking branches as he and Minho jogged silently side by side. The mapping of the wide forest was fresh reminder of their time in the maze as they heard the crunching of their footsteps behind them.

It was important to spot any potential dangers and maintain the peace of their home, that's what being a runner was about. So far all they saw was scurrying squirrels looking for food under the hollows of trees and moss.

"Hey, Gally told me that your looking like your not getting enough sleep. I'm guessing from your ugly eye bags, he's right." Minho spoke, breaking the peaceful silence and glanced at him.
"It's nothing, Minho. Just finding it hard to sleep." He responded quietly, avoiding his gaze as he slightly fiddled with his shirt.

"I'm guessing that it's nothing then that I heard ya scream the other night." Minho answered, concerned as he remembered going to check up with Thomas about the run tomorrow. Instead Minho arrived to briefly hear a scream outside Thomas's hut and decided to wait till they were alone to talk.

When he didn't reply, Minho knew he was right as his mind sent him back to Thomas's act of craving Teresa's name into the memory stone when he first woke up. Minho hesitantly voiced out his thoughts as he has been wanting to ask Thomas the one question he's been meaning to ask since they arrived in paradise.

"It's not just Chuck and Newt. It's her, right? Thomas, what happened between you two on that rooftop?" Minho asked slowly, hyper aware of the empty look in Thomas's brown eyes.

He was referring to the moment, where everyone saw Teresa gently holding a injured Thomas as she determinedly dragged him closer to the berg. Minho still couldn't believe that Teresa saved Thomas. The wind rustling the nearby leaves filled the silence.

"We were wrong about her, Minho. She's no traitor because all she wanted to do was just save innocent people. She was crying.... Begging me to stay awake....All I wanted to do was stay in her arms. But I just....lay there and watched my best friend, the girl I loved plummet to her death. A part of me....died with her...." He spoke softly as if he was in a trance, his voice slightly cracked. Thomas held his tears of guilt and despair, not wanting look weak in front of Minho as he stood motionlessly.

There was silence filling the air again. Minho was speechless for once in his life, not knowing what to say as he clearly heard the numbness in Thomas's words. He previously knew the undeniable deep connection between the two, it's always been there since the moment Teresa came up in the box and uttered only Thomas's name.

"I guess, she earned my respect back. Her saving your life and all." Minho responded sincerely, trying to lighten the dark mood as he told him his honest opinion.

Thomas snapped his head towards Minho, understanding his words as his lips tilted up into a small smile. They continued to run for a while, spotting some berries hanging from wild bushes as the earthy scent of the forest drifted towards their nose.

"Minho, do you think dreams have meanings?" He asked quietly, his face twisted into a thoughtful look as he broke the comfortable silence. His mind was deeply occupied with images of his last nightmare. Teresa's words of 'You need to find me' and 'Find me, Tom' kept him thinking about what they could possibly mean. Was....was she trying to communicate with him through his dreams? No. It wasn't possible.

Maybe....maybe it was just him clinging to his last hope of her being alive but his heart refused to discard her words as merely nothing.

"Do I look like a fortune teller, shuckface? Dreams are dreams." Minho responded cheekily, not slowing down in his jogging as he heard Thomas's bizarre question.

"Like the dream is a message...." He spoke quietly, his brown eyes swirling with conflicting emotions as he himself processed what he just said. Was....was the dream Teresa trying to send a message? Or....is this just his yearning for her? The more he thought about it, the more it didn't make sense as their telepathy was gone now.

Thomas remembered her pleading beautiful blue eyes sparkling with tears, her angelic face becoming paler as she spoke those words with her last dying breath. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, the sudden thought entering his head like a hurricane as his heart felt lighter for the first time since he woke up. Their telepathic connection was coming back.

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 :)