Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Fever

Set in after the Death Cure
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Heavy beads of sweat ran down his forehead, his brown eyes hazy as the cloth on his forehead soaked up his fever.
"Teresa...." He murmured in barely audible voice as he sleepily stared at the ceiling.

Brenda gritted her teeth, annoyed when she heard Thomas mumble Teresa's name. She was dead. It's been three weeks since they arrived to their new home, paradise and Thomas needed to move on.

She silently checked the cloth on his head and went to grab another cleaner cloth until a firm hand grabbed her arm, making her turn around.
"Don't go...." He murmured, sleepily as his hazy brown eyes stared at her. Brenda felt slight pink on her cheeks, happy he didn't want her to go.

"Don't go, Teresa...." Thomas murmured, sleepily as he tightened his hold on her arm.

Sudden jealousy spread through her chest, clenching her hands as she stared at him. He was so hung up on Teresa, he didn't notice it was actually someone else he was talking to.

"You can't leave me again...." He murmured, sleepily as he tried to sit up on the bed. He couldn't lose her twice.
Brenda quickly pushed him back, making him lay down as she frowned at him. She saw his hazy brown eyes desperately flicking around the room, soon stopping at one spot in the corner as he stared ahead longingly.

"Why did I have love you so much? Why can't I stop, Teresa?" Thomas murmured, sleepily as tears filled his brown eyes. His heart was yearning for something he couldn't have, its owner gone.

Brenda stared at him, her face expressionless as she saw the tears in his empty brown eyes. She briefly heard footsteps approaching behind her.

"How is the shank doing?" Minho spoke, calmly as he entered the hut and quickly paused at the pained look on Thomas's face. He knew Thomas was thinking about her again.

"She's dead. Why can't he forget her?" Brenda responded, frustrated as she vented out her inner thoughts.
"You don't know how much he cared about her." Minho whispered, quietly as he saw Thomas holding his tears back. He knew Thomas was in love with Teresa from the start and he still cared about her even when they were separated.

"I never told her....." Thomas murmured, sleepily as a leaked tear escaped his brown eyes and stared at the ceiling. Minho noticed the empty look in his brown eyes, knowing what Thomas meant as he silently stared at his heartbroken best friend.

Brenda breathed in deeply, hating the truth as she saw him gently grab her hand and stare at her with longing. He was hallucinating because of the fever.
"I love you, Teresa...." Thomas murmured, sleepily as he laced his fingers with hers. He saw her beautiful blue eyes, reminding him of the ocean and her dark raven hair as he desperately wanted run his fingers through it's softness.

"I'm sorry....stay with me forever...." Thomas murmured over and over again, sleepily as he stared at Teresa's soft pink lips. He wanted to taste them again in his mouth.

Brenda scrunched her eyes closed, feeling so frustrated as she watched Thomas softly mumbling for Teresa in his fever. He was in love with a dead girl, a ghost.
"I'm not her." Brenda whispered, irritated as she noticed him staring at her lips. She knew he thought she was Teresa, his mind sluggish in his sick state.

"Give him some time." Minho spoke, quietly as he saw the longing look on Thomas's face and hoped Thomas could move on. He glanced at Brenda, knowing she liked Thomas and felt bad for her on her attempts of making Thomas forget Teresa.

"She's dead!" Brenda muttered, angrily as she couldn't refuse the truth any longer. Thomas couldn't forget Teresa, the girl who saved his life with her sacrifice.

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 :)