Missing You
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Thomas stared off into space. The island was beautiful, but he simply couldn't bring himself to enjoy it. It had been about a week, and everyone was starting to settle in.
Even Minho was getting better. He was always talking to that Sonya chick now. He sighed, she reminded him of Newt. The way she looked, talked, even walked. She was the female version of his best friend. And that only made Thomas avoid her more.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice someone sneaking up behind him.
"Thomas? You alright?" It was Gally, he and him had actually become tolerable towards each other. No longer under the threat of death every second and they were still mostly civil. Gally had apologized again and again about Chuck. Thomas could tell it still haunted the boy. And, after his own experience with WICKED controlling him, he understood there simply wasn't anything he could've done to stop them. After all, Gally had tried to warn them. But Thomas still had mixed feelings.
"Yeah, just thinking." Thomas answered, not turning to look at the other boy. Every time he saw his face he felt slightly guilty for the scar that ran across his face.
"Oh, okay, Minho was worried when you didn't show up to dinner, and well, sorry." Gally said before turning to leave. Thomas didn't stop him. He had missed a few meals here or there. It was nothing to be concerned about.
The guilt was constant. He had taken his best friend's life. He knew the guilt would eat away at him, what to do about it, he wasn't sure. He couldn't very well bring his friend back, that was impossible. But still, the feeling of loss was unbearable.
He had thought about it day and night for the past week, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. He wondered how Minho could put on such a brave face, even if he didn't know, technically, that he was truly dead.
Minho had known Newt a lot longer than him. In fact, Thomas had known him for approximately two months. But in that time they'd become as close as brothers. It'd felt much more like two years, about how long Minho had known him.
He missed her as well. He couldn't even bring himself to even think her name. Even if he'd carved it into the stone along with the others. They had come up with a large rock wall that was found on the island a day or two after they'd arrived. And Frypan had suggested they put all the names of the ones they'd lost on it, like back in the Glade, only instead this one would be for the dead, not the living. A memory wall.
He missed them both so much. He hadn't thought it possible to miss someone so much.
Brenda had tried to talk to him, but he couldn't get over the fact that, she, wasn't her. Brenda would never be her. And, in all honesty, he needed more time to deal with their deaths before jumping into a childish romance. Because he couldn't be that yet, he couldn't be what he would have to be if he dated Brenda. And he certainly didn't want to disappoint her.
He wasn't sure he could ever get over her though. He had gotten really close with Brenda in the Scorch, but still he had felt guilty.
"She your new girlfriend? I'm telling Teresa."
He winced at the memory. One of the few that his friend had actually been playfully teasing him, at least once they'd gotten into the Scorch. 'God I miss you.' He thought out to both of them, knowing neither could hear him, but he whispered it anyway.
"I miss you."
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