Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Alone

Set after the Death Cure au
Warning: Suicide
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All he could feel was emptiness. He had watched her jump to her death, the ocean tides crashing and echoing in his ears. There were tears of anguish and sadness in her beautiful blue eyes with a hint of loneliness in her small smile. She was tired of being an outcast.

There was nothing he could do but dive into the cold water after her, desperate to save the girl who gave up on life. The girl he still loved.

It was all his fault. Thomas cradled the lifeless girl in his arms, not wanting to let go yet as wet hair strands struck to his forehead. He should have realised how much pain she was suffering inside.

"I'm sorry....it took me this long...." He muttered with a crack in his voice, sore and raspy from begging her to wake up. His arms protectively tightened around her, pressing her against his chest as he pressed soft kiss on her small cold hand. No pulse.

Thomas gritted his teeth in anger as tears ran down his wet face, not believing that Teresa was gone. Why couldn't he see that everyone hating her was causing her so much pain?

A intense longing and regret exploded inside his chest, his tears falling onto her pale angelic face.

He knew the truth. Deep down he had already forgave her, ever since she saved him but the memories of what she did clouded his thoughts. So much that he needed time to process everything and found it hard to approach her.

In the end, he stayed away and that was his mistake. His stubbornness had cost her life, making her feel alone and worthless. She had no one and thought things would better without her, making him desperately wish everything could different.

Her earlier words haunted him in that moment, his blood ran cold as he remembered the last time they had a conversation.
"If I disappear, would you come looking for me?"

Thomas slowly looked down at the corpse of a girl who was once full of joy and laughter, her ocean blue eyes were now dull and closed in a eternal sleep. The girl who died thinking he still hated her.

His chest ached as he finally realised what she had meant, ignoring the hurried footsteps approaching in his direction. Newt and Minho instantly froze at the sight in front of them, Thomas cradling a lifeless Teresa in his arms.

She was asking him to stop her. But he didn't reply back then, not knowing what to say and she must have took his silence as her answer. It was all his fault.

"I loved you, Teresa.....I love you...." Thomas murmured against her wet raven hair as strangled sobs escaped his mouth. He wanted to scream his love for her, that he still needed her but she would never hear him ever again.

"Tommy...." Newt spoke, quietly as he placed his hand on his shoulder in comfort. He glanced at Minho who held a look of regret on his face as his pale hand crumbled the dead girl's letter to them. They never meant for this to happen.

I'm sorry for everything. Take care of Tom for me. Goodbye, my friends. -Teresa Agnes.

Author's Note: I wanted to write another version of the One Shot, Goodbye and if Thomas never made it on time to save Teresa. 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 :)