Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Ghost

Set in after the Death Cure
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It was a mask, trying to smile and stay busy on the outside as emptiness and longing consumed on the inside. Minho silently watched Thomas smile at Brenda, his hand holding hers as Brenda chatted to him about something else.

He could see Thomas wasn't paying attention, his mind drifting off someplace else as his brown eyes held a empty look. Thomas was trying to move on with his life in paradise but he knew he was haunted by the ghost of the girl he loved and lost, Teresa.

Minho remembered when Thomas confided in him, telling him he unknowingly would always compare Brenda to Teresa. How he wished he was holding her soft hand, wanting to see her long raven hair swaying in the breeze. Teresa couldn't be replaced in Thomas's heart.

He felt sympathy for his heartbroken best friend, remembering when Thomas spoke all his inner thoughts one night with him near the campfire. How the crackling fire constantly reminded him of that night of the flaming rooftop when he lost her. There was nothing Minho could do but listen to him and offer his silent support.

"Teresa was my best friend and my guardian angel in disguise, Minho. She was beautiful, funny, brave, smart.... and captivating.... Like nothing I had ever seen before.... I fell in love with her. I loved her so much.... Every night I think about her and what I would do if she lived. If she followed me onto the berg.... But one thing I know is I never hated her and I miss her.... She was the girl I loved and I hope she knows that I forgive her...." Thomas spoke softly as if he was in a trance, his voice slightly cracked.

He was holding his tears of guilt and sorrow, not wanting look weak in front of Minho as he sat motionlessly next to him. His honest words made Minho speechless, not knowing what to say at first as the crackling of the fire filled the silence.

"She knew, shank...." Minho spoke, finally getting the courage to speak as he stared at Thomas and softly patted his shoulder. The determined look on Teresa's face said it all as she gently dragged Thomas to safety, she knew she was forgiven.

Thomas snapped his head towards Minho, understanding his words as his lips tilted up into a small grateful smile. Peaceful silence filled the air again, the faint sound of the fire crackling nearby as he leaned against the log. He suddenly caught a glimpse of dark raven hair swaying in the wind, making him stare in her direction as he froze at the sight of her.

A small angelic smile grew on her face, her beautiful blue eyes were full of such adoration and love for him that it made him breathless. She was silently standing near a tree, watching him and Minho near the campfire. He just wanted to reach out and touch her one last time.

"Hey, shank." Minho spoke, curiously as he shook Thomas's shoulder. He noticed he became quiet and saw him staring in another direction. It was the longing look on Thomas's face that made him glance in the same direction as him and saw that Thomas was staring at thin air. He was confused, nothing was there.

"What?" Thomas muttered, quietly as he glanced back at Minho. He turned back to look at her again, suddenly finding Teresa gone as if she was never there. The constant ache in his chest returned with a vengeance, knowing now it wasn't real. It was just his illusion.

Minho snapped out of his deep thoughts, hearing the yells of second servings of Frypan's cooking. He noticed Thomas was still there in the mess hall, eating with Brenda as he looked like he was trying to pay attention to Brenda's talk about her day.

He knew it was over, they were supposed to be happy but their heavy hearts and swelled up guilt couldn't allow them the luxury of happiness. Happiness of their freedom and a new home, Paradise.

The minor details of the tired eye bags under Thomas's eyes and his quiet zoned out moments spoke a lot. His dreams were constantly haunted with what him and Teresa could have been.

Unaware, the ghost of the said girl silently watched them from behind a tree, her blue eyes eventually finding the boy she loved as she sadly smiled at the sight of him. He was surrounded with his friends in a new home, free from the grasps of WICKED.

Teresa slowly turned around and walked away, happy she got to see him one last time. She remembered when their eyes locked in that single moment before she disappeared, knowing he was alive and that was all that mattered. Her figure gradually faded away in the distance.

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 :)