What If (Newtmas Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Thomas' POV

It's hard to accept the fact that all the chaos was over, that we were safe. All day long I've been on the edge, expecting WICKED to pop out of nowhere and reveal it had all been another part  of the trials. But there was nothing we could do. 

I decided to take a walk to clear my head,  strolling along the edge of the beach. Water crashing back and forth. The roar of the wind, the howling of the sea. 

I knelt down onto the sand, staring into the endless sea, and the beautiful sky. I lost track of time, its probably been an hour. But it didn't really matter, after all the adventures I've been through I could sit here for a life time.

From behind me I heard a soft shuffling sound, looking over my shoulder I saw Newt. He wore a troubling expression, his face scrunched up deep in thought. 

Newt sat next to me, gazing into the deep waters as well. 

"Hey Tommy." he whispered next to me.

"Hey"

"I'm so terribly sorry." 

His voice was quavering, still wearing his troubled expression. But this time he had a tint of sadness hidden behind his eye. 

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know how to. So i hesitantly replied.

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault" 

"You don't understand... I.. I was there, I was still aware of what was happening. But I couldn't fight. I was too weak... what I did to you.." he croaked 

Newts eyes were now glistening with tears, before I could think, my body reacted for me. 

I held my hand out onto his chin, tilting his head toward my direction. 

"It's not your fault, there was no way you could have controlled the flare, otherwise half the population wouldn't be dead. You're not weak... you're stronger than you'll ever know." 

I embraced him into a big hug, pulling him against me. It was like an instinct, it just came so naturally, fit so perfectly. Our shirts flapping along to the wind, exposing a small part of him. The contact with his skin felt unexplainable, his skin grinding against mine sending a sweet sensation through my veins. It almost felt like...

Teresa.

I pulled out of the hug, I've been so relieved of what happened to Newt I forgot about her. How could I? Everything felt colder, the warmth from Newt disappeared and the sun seemed to darken.

The sensation I felt a while ago evaporated into thin air. 

My thoughts must have showed on my face, because Newt asked,

"Hey are you ok?" 

I stared into the blue waters, trying to form a word, but somehow it was stuck in my throat.

"Teresa." I murmured 

"What"

"Where's Teresa" I said louder this time 

"She didn't come with us onto the berg"

My heart dropped, there was no way she could have survived, I saw the buildings burn down.

"Hey" 

Newt place his hand on mine, for a second I felt the same sweetness from before, but it only made me feel guilty. I should be out there looking for Teresa.

I jerked my hand away. A look of hurt appeared on his face. 

"I should be looking for her, not holding hands in a pretty beach, she could be dying this second for all I know" I shouted desperately.

I began to storm back to the cabin,  I didn't know what exactly I was planning to do I just had to do something. The feeling of her hurt was swallowing me alive.

"Where are you going? Raging at me isn't going help you achieve a bloody thing." Newt roared, anger and hurt laced in his voice. 

I could tell I hurt him, but I didn't care, I had to find Teresa.

Before he had the chance to say anything else I took off towards the cabins. 

Leaving Newt behind.