She's the sunlight - A Thomesa fanficton

Chapter one

Thomas woke up by her smell, a mixture of lavender and vanilla. Carefully he buried his face against her neck. Sighed easily. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. How extremely happy he was.

Only two moths earlier he and the rest of the Gladers had been fighting in a war between science and their own right to live. They had been suffering, got silenced, pushed aside and spoken over.
Ignored and disrespected. And WICKED had taken they away their basic human rights one by one. And they had been forced to sit back and watch as they tried to shrink them, and even then they still manged to kick them while they were down.

But not anymore. Now, Thomas lived in harmony. He had his own little house in The Paradise he shared with his friends. He got food, everyday. He had the opportunity to run as much as he wanted in the woods and all around The Paradise, and then take a shower in his own bathroom. Everything was great. He could die now, with his cheek against her neck.

The sun hadn't got up yet but it didn't mattered. She was the sunlight. There were so much light running through her veins and it lightened up everything she touched. He wanted to touch her but he was too unsure of himself. They had spoken so much before but ever since she got accused for being a betrayer words hadn't existed between them.

Until last night. Thomas had been laying down his bed, reading a book about environmental issues in the 2000's, when he heard a knock on the window. He looked at his clock who sat next to his bed. It showed 11pm. Who wants to break in this time of the day? He had thought, while he walked towards the window. What he saw next was so unexpected he found it heart to breathe. It was her.

Her hair was shorter than he remembered. It was messier, darker. It lay like a veil around her shoulder, and in the moonlight it shined like a gloria. She's holy, Thomas had thought. "Open," she had mimed.

Thomas had slowly opened the window and felt how the cool night air blew him easily on his face. It's her. Alive and breathing. Sitting right in front of him and looking at him with her big, blue eyes.

It was quite killing for Thomas to remember how they slipped out of each other's hand. No matter how hard they tried, no matter how tight their grasp were, they still flowed out like water. But if he looked on the bright side, at least they once had each other. At least, they once shared a love that both of their forevers included. Thomas didn't wanted to remember how it ended. He didn't wanted to remember how they both fell out. He only wanted to remember how they fell each other at first and how hard they fought to stay like that. Because that was what made the love they had; a sweet, precious memory.

He had looked at her. Seen how her chest went up and down for every breath she took. He had wanted to touch her, kiss her for every time he hadn't before. Tell her how sorry he was and much he missed her. But he knew he couldn't do it, he knew he shouldn't do it. It was her decision to make. He had glanced carefully at her, and just as if the universe had heard his wishes, she had taken ahold of his hand and smiled at him. He hadn't felt her touch for so long his heart skipped a beat. He had felt it like heart beats: their bound, their story and their love through their hands. Like a wave of magic. Like a long lost friend coming back. For something that's meant to be. The feeling made Thomas's eyes tear up. Maybe we can take a step forward together. "Hi, Tom." she said. "Hi, Teresa." Thomas had answered.