Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Exchange III

Set in the Death Cure au
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The fire was lit and crackled in the spacious room, low mumbling of the gladers filled the air as they were lazily lounging around. Brenda glanced at a silent Thomas who was staring blankly at the wall, lost in his deep thoughts.

"What's going on with him?" Brenda spoke, curiously as she stared at the other gladers. She was worried about him.

"It's nothing." Newt responded, quietly as he knew Thomas was thinking about Teresa again. He still felt horrible she gave herself in to WICKED just to protect them. Brenda nodded and glanced back at Thomas, noticing he briefly touched his lips before he continued staring blankly at the wall.

She slowly walked towards him and sat down besides him, wanting to talk to him. Brenda liked Thomas a lot, they grew closer as good friends and hoped he felt the same way she felt.
"Hey. What are you thinking about?" Brenda spoke, calmly as she glanced at him.

"Nothing...." Thomas muttered, quietly as her voice startled him. The image of a blue eyed beauty stubbornly swirled in his mind, remembering their kiss.

He sighed, feeling his chest ache as he further remembered her tearful beautiful blue eyes. She was too pure for this world.
"I'm going out for a walk." He whispered, quietly as he slowly lifted himself and walked to the back door.
Brenda silently stared at him, frustrated as he left the room. She needed to know if he was ok.

"What's wrong with him?" Brenda spoke, quietly as she turned her gaze to the gladers.
"He's just missing someone important to him." Minho responded, calmly as he knew how Thomas felt about Teresa. He didn't say her name, so used to not saying it in front of Thomas.

"Is it her?" Brenda whispered, frustrated as she knew who he was talking about. The dark haired girl who was previously part of their group, Teresa. She saw Minho nod and gritted her teeth, now knowing Thomas was thinking about Teresa.

"Does he like her that much?" Brenda asked, annoyed as she clenched her hands.
"You should have seen him when we tried to rescue her...." Newt muttered, quietly as he remembered the longing look on Thomas's face when the two kissed.

"It was her choice that she gave herself in." Brenda whispered, irritated as she was there when Teresa made the deal with Ava Paige.
"She didn't have to make that bloody choice!" Newt shouted, annoyed as he felt his frustration explode in his chest. He had always considered Teresa as his little sister.

"Hey shank, calm down." Minho spoke, calmly as he placed his hand on Newt's shoulder. He watched Newt take a deep breath before quietly slumping back into his chair, his eyes fixated on the fire.

Minho noticed Brenda intently staring at the back door, realising she liked Thomas. He shook his head as he guessed Thomas's mind was so occupied with Teresa that he probably didn't notice.

Brenda refused to give up as she had an advantage, Teresa wasn't here anymore. It was her by Thomas's side, not Teresa. She quickly lifted herself and walked towards the back door, wanting to join Thomas on his walk as she left the room.

The night sky was gloomy dark, distant cricket sounds could be heard as she walked along the path. Her stroll abruptly stopped and froze, noticing Thomas silently leaning against the wall and saw a tear escape his empty brown eyes.

Thomas silently stared at his hand, still feeling her warmth as his brown eyes darkened. She was trapped in WICKED, just to keep him safe. He slowly closed his eyes, remembering how he held her in his arms and the taste of her sweet tears in his mouth. They would meet again, he would make sure of that.

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 :)