Brenda and Jorge were sitting the couch of the living room, with Thomas and Minho, who were on the stool of the kitchen island, on a side and Newt, who was sitting on the armchair, on the other side.
They were all silently looking at the little Daisy who was playing on the floor with Mr Sunny.
Jorge cleared his throat, and Brenda started to speak "the Chancellor Paige has never come here in Paradise, that had never ever been in the plan…"
"Are you completely sure she is not here? Has anyone ever get a glimpse of her?"
For Newt that sounded like Tommy means 'anyone who is not crazy or mental'
"No, only Newt… " Yep, only the crazy one, brilliant...
"Well, Teresa was here the first time she brought me the tea, they didn't meet each other, but maybe she hear her voice… Could we ask Teresa to come?"
"Newt…" Thomas looked so distress that Newt almost regretted his words. Almost, because now he needed to know that that was real.
"Look, Tommy, I know you've never forgiven her for what happened in the Scorch, and I know that she is leaving always ten minutes before you come back only to spare you the trouble of meet her, but this is becoming ridiculous, you used to be such good friend, and she still care for you so much!"
"Newt… I… I cannot…" Tommy seemed like he was going to cry.
He looked at Minho with pleading eyes, and Minho sighed and nodded in return.
"Newt… " Minho sounded sweet and scared, and his eyes were full of pity for Newt, and Newt couldn't restrain himself, so he screamed at him to stop to look at him in that way.
At that Daisy looked up from her bunny, she was chewing its ear again, and burst in tears.
Newt ran to her apologizing with her for his behavior. He hugged her but her started to act up to him and tried to push him away, weeping till Jorge stepped in and tucked her in his arms. With the little girl in his arms, the older man sat back on the couch.
Newt instead was still sitting on the ground, and Minho had to force himself to talk again after this, even if he felt like he was going to give him the knockout blow.
"Newt… Teresa never arrived here at the Paradise… I'm sorry, she died to save Thomas, to allow him to take the TransFlat…"
Newt felt like he couldn't breath, as all the air has been sucked from his lungs. He felt so numb… so that's it, that made it official, he's lost his mind.
"There is any real shank in this bloody place, or it's all in my mind?" he said with a little sneering laugh, that quite soon became a sob.
He couldn't sustain their pitiful glares anymore, so he just ran away. He ran fast, quick as before he broke his leg, as when he had been the faster runner in the Maze, as when his life had felt unbearable but at least he had been able to rely on his mind.
He blindly ran to the same cliff of the only other time he went out of their rooms. He wiped his eyes only to decide the point he was jumping from, this time he couldn't allow himself to fail. He looked around, found the right spot, took a deep breath and step in that direction.
"If I were you, I would jump two steps further on the left" Newt whined for the surprise when he heard the woman's voice that came from his right side.
"Are you real?"
"Does it matter? If you cannot tell anymore what is real and what's not, then probably is time to quit it"
"Why two steps on the left?"
"To avoid that tree down here.."
"Oh…"
"Do you want me to jump with you, sweetheart?" And that maternal expression, with that tones, that broke him.
He started to weep and sob and she grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer, and jumped.
She jumped, from the cliff, and pulled Newt with her.
Newt recognized the sensation of the fall, and smiled for the first time since long long time.
NOTE:
I'm a bad person, so this chapter ends in this way, but I'm not a completely cruel person, so I'm planning to give you the next chapter before the end of the weekend…
I just would like to thanks all of you that read till here, and even more those whom commented! comments and review are better than cookies!
So, thank you (Twice) AsgardianGrizzly for the continuous support,
and to Lesa-Newt and YasmineTMR that with few words make my day,
and to The real world is scary for the enthusiastic and constructive review (if I'm interpreting the subtext in the right way, you are suggesting me to broaden and widen my lexical appropriateness. I always feel concern that some words could turn out to be flown and pompous, even pretentious, but I will work on make the next fictions less simplistic and unsophisticated)
