i'm sorry, tommy

One Step Closer

NEWT POV
I knew the virus was already taking over my body. The hardest part was hiding it from the others. I always wore my jacket, making sure every inch of my diseased, veiny arms were covered. Occasionally, Brenda would spare me a strange glance, but I made nothing of it. Thomas didn't have a clue...and that's what truly mattered.

THOMAS POV
I worried about Newt more than anything. He had been acting very different. Even though I'd only known him for a mere two years (at least that's as much as I could remember), I knew something was wrong. As much as I wanted to save Minho, I couldn't get Newt out of my head. He was like a virus, taking over my brain.

NEWT POV
Hearing Thomas talk about Teresa had always upset me. I never really understood why. And now, with this virus coursing through my veins, it was hard to control myself. Something inside me was changing. I snapped. It was painful for me to yell at Thomas the way I did. I immediately apologized but I knew it was too late. Everyone had seen that I was turning into a monster. I looked back at Tommy. He looked as if he had seen a ghost. His eyes began to well up with tears. It hurt me to see him this
way. I knew I had to keep it together. Pretending that nothing happened, I left the room.

THOMAS POV
I knew the moment I mentioned Teresa it was a mistake. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Newts persona begin to change. He slammed his hand on the table and began to yell, "You still care about her don't you?" He grabbed my body and slammed me against the wall. "Don't lie to me!" His body was pressed up against mine. I glanced down at his lips. I started to have strange thoughts. What am I doing? I thought to myself. Newt took a step back and apologized. Everyone seemed very startled by what had just happened. Newt looked back at me. I just wanted to hold him in my arms. Before I could say anything more, he left. Do I...like Newt?

NEWT POV
I sat on the edge of the building, holding back my tears. I looked at the city in the far distance. Is it even worth it? I thought to myself. Or should I just jump off this building and end it all? I really did consider it. But then I heard the sweet sound of Tommy's voice. "Newt." It made my stomach turn. I knew I could never leave him.

THOMAS POV
I quickly ran outside to find Newt draped over the edge. My heart sank at the thought of him falling. I whispered his name. He didn't flinch. I sat there, watching him, terrified of what might come out of his mouth next. "I'm sorry about that back there," he remained facing forward. "I haven't really been myself." He pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing his black, diseased arm. I could feel my heart physically breaking into a thousand pieces. I struggled with words, "Wh-why didn't you t-tell me?" He looked at me. "Didn't think it would matter." I knew I had to stay strong for Newt, so I tried my best to hold back the tears. "But this isn't about me is it? This is about Minho, and we need to save him Tommy." I loved when Newt called me Tommy. "You hear me?" He was so calm. "Yea I hear you." Newt smiled and looked back at the city. In that moment something changed in me. In that moment...I knew I was in love with Newt.