The morning air was still crisp, and a layer of mist settled over the ocean. Thomas sat on the coarse sand, and listened to the waves crash gently against the shore. It was one of those perfect early mornings where you could breathe in deeply, and feel the cool air in your chest. The seagulls chirped from above, but besides for them and the waves, it was silent.

It was like the day was mourning.

Thomas sure was.

It had been 2 weeks since their arrival at the Safe Haven. Just enough time to construct a new life, but not quite enough time to fully accept that there were people who were gone and never coming back. It was these early mornings where Thomas would sit by the water's edge and reminisce. Alby. Chuck. Winston.

Newt.

Thomas reached under his shirt and pulled out Newt's necklace. He'd memorized it through reading it so many times, but going through it again was like a good, strong hug. These were his last words, handwritten and intimate, the last bit of Newt, and not Crank Newt.

Dear Thomas…

He read through the letter three times, then folded it gently, replacing it back under his shirt. No matter how many different ways you looked at this past year, no matter what kind of positive light you wanted to shine on it, Thomas had still lost the best friend he ever had.

The tears that rolled down his cheeks warmed his wind-beaten face, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. Newt would have loved mornings like these.

"Hey."

Thomas turned to see Teresa approach him. She had almost died atop the WCKD building, but Gally and Brenda had been able to reach out and grab her at the last second and pull her to safety, just before the tower collapsed. Thomas had mixed feelings towards Teresa ever since seeing her at WCKD. He could never get rid of the seed of anger inside of him whenever she approached. She had betrayed them, after all. But she had also found a cure, and might have saved humanity. Though all past feelings for her had been extinguished, like throwing a bucket of water on a spark. Now, she was just a friendly acquaintance, one who would still receive a smile, but not one that you could call completely genuine. She came and sat down beside him, the wind throwing her hair around.

"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked.

"Never can," Thomas replied.

There was a pause.

"You're never really going to forgive me, are you?"

Thomas kept his gaze staring at the sea.

Teresa sighed. "Didn't think so," she said, more to herself, and got up to leave.

"We haven't really talked since…." Thomas trailed off, stopping her. Teresa sighed, and sat back down. "No, we haven't."

"I could have really, well, fallen for you." Thomas said quietly, looking at his hands.

"And now?" Teresa's hopeful, questioning gaze said everything that she didn't.

Thomas sighed again. "I'll never look at you the same, Teresa. You sold us out for WCKD!"

"I was trying to help!" she cried, her voice rising an octave. "I don't want to see other people suffer, I wanted to find a cure! And I did! This could save humanity, but you-"

"Well, it couldn't save Newt."

Teresa looked back at Thomas, stunned tears not yet falling from her eyes. She swallowed hard.

"I am sorry, Thomas."

Thomas kept focusing on the sea in front of him.

"I am happy you're safe, Teresa." he said, after a long awkward, silence.

"I have one more question."

"Yeah?"

He looked back up at her, kneeling, about to get up, but with a glimmer of hope behind her eyes.

"That kiss on the roof?"

Thomas sighed. "You're still my friend, Teresa. But that was just a spur of the moment, a last desperation. Any past feelings I had for you, they...well..."

Teresa cast her eyes downward. "I figured that."

"Maybe, one day, in the future, I'll be able to fully forgive you, but I still...I can't...I don't know if I can fully trust you, you know?"

She nodded, and stood up. She squeezed his shoulder as an act of support, then headed back towards the camp, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts.

Can it really be a haven if you feel like hell? Can you really be happy if you're still so sad? Can it really be a paradise if your best friend isn't there?