Me and Newt ate dinner dreadfully close, I could tell that people were giving us strange looks. I tried to assure myself we weren't that obvious. Why would he reprimand me about not displaying our affection and then go out and do just that.
"So Thomas, would you wanna take me to see the progress after dinner?" Chuck pipes up.
I don't understand what he's talking about but then I remember my promise. It slipped my mind once again. I try to steel myself, think of a reasonable answer. Excuse? Instead I find my feet carrying myself to Newt's room. The only possible place I could think would calm me down. I feel my tears trickle down my face.
Why do I feel so overwhelmed?
I slam the door shut and curl myself into a ball upon his cot. I bury my face in his linen and inhale his scent. I sniffle and try to prepare myself for Newt who will be up any second. I wish he wouldn't come. I hastily try to wipe my eyes in a last ditch effort. It doesn't matter, my face is flushed and hot. I sputter out some sort of cough. To no surprise I hear the door creak open after a moment.
"Thomas, we don't have to be together you know?" Newt's voice rings out.
I let that sink in. Was that what's been nagging at me? The pressure of having to conceal our love? Maybe things could just be easier if we were just friends again. It all happened so fast, and maybe it wasn't meant to be. I have other things to focus on, my life, the maze, and strangely, Teresa.
"Do you want me to come sit with you?" He offers.
I nod into the sheets, but he gets the idea. I feel him slowly set himself beside me. His arm wraps around my back.
"I'm sorry I dragged you into my problems Thomas." He admits.
I don't acknowledge his apology, but rather say,
"What happened to Tommy?"
He giggles and coaxes me out of the sheets. Once I look into his eyes it's evident I could never bring myself to leave him.
"I want to stay together." I say, looking down at the bed.
"I love you Tommy." He whispers.
It startles me.
"I love you too Newt." I whisper back.
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