Life after the cure; a Thomesa fanfic❤️

Chapter 6

Unable to stay in the dark a moment longer, he threw off his bedsheets and crept outside on to the beach. There he sat down on the sand, listening to the sound of the waves at night. It helped him calm down a bit.

"I'm sorry Teresa, he whispered on the dark. I'm sorry I failed you. I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I'm sorry I wasn't with you throughout everything that happened...I'm-

"who the hell are you talking to at this time?" a voice rang out behind him. Turning around, he saw it was Brenda, wrapped in her nightgown, looking at him as though he were half crazy. Which at this point he was starting to seriously think himself.

"No no nothing, just had a dream" he mumbled shaking his head, trying to clear it from the image of Teresa, but the vision wouldn't just go away.

"Anyways I couldn't fall asleep either so I came here", she said in a self explanatory way. She sat down next to him. It took her one glance at his face for her to know that he was thinking of Teresa. She decided not to comment, instead just said,  "spill, I'm all ears. Sometimes just talking about stuff can help".

So he did. He told her everything, leaving out nothing. When he was done describing the dream, he said "and so I failed her. I didn't keep my promise, I did nothing but stand there and watch as I lost her."

Brenda cautiously looked at him and said, " Thomas, it was just a dream. How can you be so sure all of it was true?"

He knew she had a point. But deep down, his gut instinct told him that what he'd seen wasn't just a dream, it was an actual memory resurfacing. After all, him and Teresa had known each other since they were five, and had worked for WICKED, and he did care about her a lot. So he could've easily thrown her a surprise birthday. They were best friends for god's sake. No, he was absolutely certain without a doubt that what he'd seen was a memory that had broken through his subconscious and had actually occurred.

Finally after a long silence, Brenda spoke again. "Thomas, I know you miss her. A lot. But remember it was her choice. But she wouldn't have wanted you to be like this. She would have wanted you to be happy, to have a good life, no matter who it was with".

He wasn't really listening to her, still lost in his thoughts.  Then she said, " I'm sorry about her. Really and truly. I wanted her to live too". He glanced up at this and she gave him a sad smile and said, "yes, Thomas, believe it or not, I'm not that awful of a person. I may not have been Teresa's biggest fan, but I certainly did not want her dead".

Brenda went on, "and look, I get it. She deeply cared about you, and she proved it, and you feel like you should've done something to show her that you feel the same way. I know you'll always carry that blame inside you. I get that. But Thomas, you can't live your whole life thinking like this. You gotta move on. I know you lost people who meant a lot to you, but what about the people to whom you mean a lot? Huh?"

As if speaking in a trance, she continued, "there are people, people here in Paradise who really do care about you. People who want you to be happy, to live the life you deserve after everything you've been through. People who'd do anything for you, anything to cheer you up. But you're just too blind to see that, she said, saying it a little more forcefully than intended.

"No, she said bitterly shaking her head, you'd rather sit her all day, mourning a dead girl, rather than focusing on the people who are still alive. People who....who like you,  like you too much too just wanna be your friend" she said as if it was something she'd been holding inside for a long time.

That made Thomas's head snap up. He looked at her with disbelief, blinking his eyes repeatedly.
"Um, Brenda, you um you....what did you just say?" He questioned her, his brain still reeling from the shock of the revelation that she still had feelings for him. He simply could not process it.