Tell me

So, hello everybody !! This is my first one-shot in english, and I hope there isn't too many errors. It takes place after the Death Cure; Teresa isn't dead, but Newt is... Thomas didn't kiss Brenda.  

Enjoy ! 

Thomas was sitting as far away as possible from the farm. He just couldn't look at the basement without feeling grief and guilt. He couldn't look at it without thinking of all the people they had left behind them. His fingers were stroking blades of grass, which were like a promise that they were in a new world. Because, here, there was nothing burned or dead. Just the life, pure, unspoiled. Their new home. The sun was falling on the sea, giving the waves different shades of red and orange. It was beautiful, as simply as that. He heard a movement next to him, but recognized the smell, so he didn't move. She sat beside him, so close that her arm was touching his, and that their shoulders were glued.

« - Hey, she whispered.

- Hey. »

She didn't say anything before a long minute.

« - I just wanted to know if you were okay.

- I am. »

Her long black hair moved about in the wind, and he looked back at the sea.

« - What happened to Newt ? she murmured with a soft voice.

He felt like a punch in his stomach when she said his name. The name of his missing best friend. Newt. His dead best friend.

« - He had the Flare. It consummed him.

- I know that. Everybody knows that.

- There is nothing more to say.

- You're lying. Something happened. I can see it on your face. Since the moment you came back without Newt, I knew something bad had happened. But not something that bad. It's after. After, there was something on your face. I can't describe it, it's just... I knew he was dead. Because there was this mark on you, which wasn't there before, a mark Minho doesn't have. And I wish I could help you, but I don't know why you are so destroyed, I don't understand why you look so broken. »

She could understand himmore than he thought. He didn't want to tell anyone, he didn't want to remember... It was like that. It was his fault, and Thomas had to carry this burden alone.

« - But I'm here,Tom, like I've always been. No matter what, I'll be there. Talk to me. Tell me what happened to him.

- I can't. »

It was true. He couldn't confess what he had done...

- You need to talk to someone, you need to say it. Or it will eat you up inside, until you can't take it anymore, until you collapse.

- It's too hard to... To say it out loud, I can't...

- If you don't do it for you, or Newt, do it for me. I want... I need to know how he died. He was my friend, too. And I miss him so badly.

- You're gonna hate me.

- Tell me. »

He took a deep breath, watching scum disappear in the waves. She clutched his hand, but his eyes kept watching the horizon, refusing to meet hers.

« - We were going to WICKD's laboratories, and... We were in Denver. It was a total hazard.... First, I didn't even recognize him... He had became a crank, and he was dirty, with all this dust on his face... His clothes were full of blood and earth. And, most of all, he had this look... I had never seen this anger, this rage in his eyes. Everybody, but not him, not Newt. And yet... I jumped out of the car without even thinking of how much stupid it was, and I just... I asked him to come back, to come with me. I was so sure we could help him, save him. But no. He was already almost insane. He said things... Things that hurt me more than ever. Then, it began to mess up... »