Part 2
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"Watch where you're going!"
The statement hung in the air for second. None of them spoke. Ridiculous. It was the word to describe the situation. Thomas was both sick of it and numb to it.
"Sorry, I forgot.."
Shrugging it off, Thomas walked away, making sure to be careful not to bump into who he had recognised to be Zart as he walked passed him.
"Whatever."
He said quietly, knowing the other had heard even though it had been muttered under his breath. Zart was one of the nicest in the Glade to him. He wouldn't make fun of him when he would knock something over because he couldn't see it. Or when he would trip over a bucket he was sure had been placed in his path on purpose.
So, Thomas didn't say anything to Zart. He was sure the boy was having a bad day. And the brunette was having a bad day, everyday. He knew what it was like so he let it slide. Instead he walked away and back to the tower, knowing he would be left alone by going there. He felt around the tree trunk, searching for the double ladder created so Newt and Thomas could climb up together without falling and carefully climbed up. Counting his steps so he would know when to stop to open the hatch without bumping his head into it first.
But when he reached above his head, he felt it was already opened. He frowned and turned his head sideways to the side he knew for a fact he would find Newt. The other boy had been following him quietly, obviously tired even for Thomas. They climbed up the rest of the steps and closed the hatch again, sitting down with their feet dangling off the edge.
"Does it still hurt?"
The question was asked softly, the purpose being to not startle the blind boy with his voice. The brunette didn't need to ask to know what he was referring to and so he sighed, his head turned in a way that it looked as if he was staring at the sunset when they both knew all he saw was darkness.
"Yeah"
"How much?"
"Worst than yesterday but better than tomorrow."
The statement was enough to have Newt's chest ache. Why would someone do something so horrible to teenagers? They hadn't done anything to deserve this treatment. Right?
"We should try water again."
"It won't work, Newt." Thomas told him. He knew the blond only wanted to help him but it only bothered Thomas more. Because he knew it would only bring his hopes up only to be disappointed. "The cuff is too tight."
It's been months since they had arrived in the Glade and not once had they been able to get the heavy weighting metal cuffs off of their wrists. And even though it did make their life hell, it allowed them to grow really close. Closer than anybody in the glade. And for that, they of course received weird looks or comments about it. Thankfully, Newt was one feisty glader and would always snap back at them, shutting them up instantly.
He had asked Thomas why he never said anything back to them but the brunette had replied saying he was waiting for the day those cuffs were off his wrist to do anything. Thomas could only hear the comments anyway, he couldn't see the looks and so he had it a bit better than the blond. It wasn't really different from the comments they usually made about him being blind either so, he didn't really care.
Thomas was lost in his thoughts for a while, his head still turned to Newt's side as he stared ahead, unknowingly staring straight into the blond's soul before he felt lips collide with his. His eyes grew wide in surprise and before he could do anything, it was gone.
