𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚-𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙛𝙛 leaves Blake's lips as Thomas paces off to the side of the table.

"No. There's gotta be another way—"Thomas breathed out as he ran his hand over his chin, aggravated.

Gally shakes his head as he smacks his hands down onto the table lightly, moving a few papers as he does so. "Like what? You've seen the building. She is our only way in."

Emerald orbs stare off into space as Blake sits at the table with her arms folded over her chest, trying not to put her input. I'm literally about to explode. The small girl thinks as she squeezes her eyes shut, not noticing the way Brenda sends her a concerned glance from beside her.

"You really think she's gonna help us?" Thomas scoffs, turning towards the others.

"I don't plan on asking for her permission." Gally counters

Shifting her brown orbs back onto the two bickering, Brenda shakes her head as she leans her chin on-top of her hand. "Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct?"

"Same dick?" Brenda adds, looking between the two with a disgusted expression.

Keeping her eyes closed tightly, Blake drawls in a deep breath to try to calm herself as Gally points to Brenda. "I like her."

"What's going on?" Brenda asks softly

"What are you afraid your side chick's gonna get hurt?" Newt retorts after the slight pause, making Blake and the rest of the group all furrow their eyebrows.

Thomas stays silent as Blake shifts uncomfortably, trying to push her anger away.

"Hmm?" The blond presses "Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?"

Brenda's mouth falls open as she looks to the small brunette girl beside her, softening her gaze as she watches Blake flinch at the blond's words.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas questions, not knowing what is going on with his friend's sudden aggression.

"Teresa." Newt snaps, pushing himself up from leaning against the table "She's the only reason that Minho's even missing in the first place!" Newt slowly pushes forward, getting in the boy's face. "Hell, I bet she even sat by and watched as they tortured the girl you love for six months straight! But you can't even admit that, because you're too obsessed."

Blake jumped in her spot at the blond's words, thick brown eyebrows knitting together in confusion as her emerald orbs widen in pure shock. 'The girl you love?'

"Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and—" Newt inches forward, pushing Thomas to back up against the wall as Blake and the others watch in pure disbelief and shock. "What? You don't want to because of her?—because deep down inside you still care about her don't you?"

Emerald orbs flutter, blinking back the tears fighting to spill. A sudden hand reaches out and rests on-top of her own as Blake lifts her heartbroken orbs up to Brenda's sympathetic gaze.

"Just admit it."

"Newt—I"

"Don't lie to me!" The blond suddenly shouts, pushing Thomas harshly up against the wall.

"Don't. Lie. To. Me." The blond growls as Thomas and the other's eyes widen.

Newt's eyes grow wide as he realizes what he's doing, still pissed nonetheless, he whispers "Don't lie to her." The blond nods to the small brunette pushing her hands up against the table to leave.

"Im sorry." Newt says to the group as he steps back away from Thomas, letting his eyes trail to the small brunette walking out with tears starting to blur her vision.

Shit. The blond cusses as he runs a hand through his thick golden locks in frustration.

Thomas' heart sinks as he watches the girl leave. An annoyed sigh leaves his lips as he runs a hand over his face, watching as the blond also leaves the deadly, quiet room.

"Blake" A voice calls out in a soft whisper, making the girl snap her tear filled emerald orbs over to the boy.

"I'm sorry—I didn't mean to hurt you." Newt whispers softly as he looks down at the girl sat, letting her legs hang off of the concrete building.

"I don't know what got into me. I-I just got so angry at Tommy—I didn't realize I would accidentally hurt you in the process."

A tear falls from the girl's cheek as she stares at the building in-front of her. "S'okay, Newt. I forgive you." Blake sniffles, trying to keep her gaze away from the boy standing beside her so she doesn't break down.

Newt only shakes his head as he takes in a shaky breath. Crouching down to the girl's level, the blond offers the girl a soft smile as she meets his gaze.

"I'm just frustrated and scared." The boy admits as he reaches out to wipe a tear off of the girl's cheek, before plopping down next to her.

A small smile spreads across Blake's lips as she sniffles. "Aren't we all." The girl whispers softly, a hint of sarcasm prevalent in her shaky voice to try and lift the mood.

"I just want to get Minho back." Newt says, keeping his eyes trained on the cement in front of him, while he shifts to let his lanky limbs dangle over the side of the building. "It hurt—not having you two around, joking and getting into trouble every second of the day."

A long pause of silence fills the air between the two as they sit. Blake's eyes filled with even more tears as her lower lip quivered. "I miss him, Newt." The small brunette's voice cracks as she whispers softly, letting another tear fall down her cheek.

She was broken without her best friend by her side. She needed to get Minho back.

"I do too." The blond whispers as tears cloud his own vision. "We'll get him back. I'll make sure of it."

Footsteps make the two flinch back and snap their eyes to the noise behind them as Blake rolls her eyes, shifting her gaze to the horizon as she ignores the boy walking up.

Just when she thought they were getting somewhere, Thomas had to screw it up.

The three words she wanted to say so badly almost came out multiple times, but now...all Blake can think about is ignoring him for the time being to get Minho back.

She 𝙝𝙖𝙙 to focus.

Who was she to let her mind get clouded when she had a job to do?

Was it selfish that she wanted Thomas while trying to save her best friend?

"Sorry about that, back there." Newt cuts the small brunette out of her thoughts, making her flinch from the events that had just occurred.

Feeling eyes burning into the back of her skull, Blake keeps her gaze set in front of her as she fiddles with her hands and avoids the boy standing awkwardly behind the two— with a guilt ridden expression.

Fiddling with his hands, Newt lets out a sigh as he looks between the two brunettes. "I guess I can't hide this anymore." The blond admits softly as he rolls his sleeve up, making Blake and Thomas both furrow their eyebrows as they wait to see what Newt is talking about.

Feeling her heart shattering even more, Blake's emeralds once again cloud with tears, watching as the blond turns his infected forearm to show the two.

Bile rises to the base of the small brunette's throat as her eyes scan over the dark veins covering Newt's arm.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Thomas' voice cracks from behind the small girl, making her slightly jump as he kneels nearly a foot away from her.

"Didn't think it would make any difference." Newt shakes his head as he runs his hand over the area, looking toward the two as Blake fights back the urge to scream.

"All I know is that WCKD must have put me in that maze for a reason. Maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between immunes like you two and people like me." Newt shifts his dark brown orbs between the two, eyes instantly softening as he notices Blake trying her best to keep herself from falling apart.

Licking his bottom lip and tilting his head, Thomas shifts his gaze from the back of the girl's head to Newt. "You know we can fix this, Newt."

"Okay? We can—" Thomas continues, voice cracking a bit as his heart sinks into his stomach.

Shaking his head Newt whispers, "Don't worry about me.." the blond glances between his two best friends.

"This is about Minho. Now he needs us." Newt says, looking to the girl sat next to him, with a stray tear falling from her puffy eyes. "So if there is even the slightest chance—that we can save him, that we can get him out of there, then we have to take that.—No matter what the cost."

Shaking her head as Blake's heart aches with pure devastation, the girl sucks in a deep breath as Thomas nods behind her at the blond. "Okay, I hear you.

A long and painful hour passes by as Blake and the two boys stare off into the night sky. Footsteps pound against the thick concrete, letting the small brunette know someone is leaving.

Turning to face one of the boys, for the first time since the talk, Blake watches as Newt closes the metal door to the building—leaving just her and Thomas to sit on the edge with awkward and thick tension filling the air around them.

Shifting his gaze from the massive fortress in front of them, to the girl who makes his heart flutter sat beside him, Thomas' gaze softens as he stares at the small girl.

"Blake—" The boy's voice cracks as he trails his whiskey orbs around her puffy features.

"Leave me alone." Blake whispers, annoyance prevalent in her flat tone as she keeps her emeralds trained in front of her.

"Jus-"

Snapping her anger filled orbs over to Thomas' now, widened and shocked, Blake grits her teeth as she interrupts whatever he was about to say. "Don't—Just go. Leave. Me. Alone."

Feeling his heart break in two, Thomas' eyes flutter in hurt, watching as Blake's red-rimmed and puffy eyes glare at him dangerously from a foot away.

Tilting and shaking his head as his hurt filled gaze bores into hers, Thomas tries his best to try and make things right.

"Just let me explain" Thomas begins, but quickly gets cut off when the small brunette snaps again.

"No." Blake hisses, voice wavering with pure rage as she pushes herself to stand up, with Thomas quickly rising to stand as well, mirroring her actions.

"You don't get to—" The girl seeths, chest rising and falling rapidly as she raises her shaky voice, lifting her index finger to push into his muscular chest, behind the thin material covering his upper body.

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 is the reason me and Minho we're tortured for six months 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏." Blake's voice yells into the thick night air with angry tears spill out of her eyes, not being able to hold it back anymore.

"YOU have no idea what 𝙬𝙚 went through in there!" Blake's teeth grit as she pushes her finger harder into his chest, making Thomas flinch back as he takes a step away from her—resulting in the small brunette continuing to back him up.

"They scarred almost every inch of my body!" The girl screams, veins sticking out of her forehead. "Starved me, beat me, cut me, stabbed me, made me go insane thinking I was back in the maze 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙖𝙮 for six months!!"

Thomas' back hits the cold concrete wall beside the door as his heart shatters at the broken girl in-front of him. His throat tightens as he holds back the urge to sob himself, knowing what the girl he loved went through.

Seeing her in this state broke a part of his soul.

Salty and wet tears stream down the sobbing and broken girl in front of him as Blake continues yelling, "They broke me! They never realized they did, but they broke me!" Blake continued, feeling her legs start to wobble beneath her as she feels pure agony.

Letting tears finally slip out of his broken hearted gaze, Thomas wraps his long muscular arms around the small, broken girl—making her sob violently into his shirt as she tries to push away.

Lifting his large hand up to cradle the back of Blake's head, Thomas lets more tears stream out of his eyes as he guides the small girl closer to his toned chest, not letting go as she continues trying to get away.

"They broke me." Blake whispers as she sobs into his chest, slightly letting herself melt into his touch as her knees finally give out.

Falling down slowly as he holds her against him, Thomas lowers them to the cold concrete below, one again, fighting back the bile in rising in his throat as Blake continues sobbing into the material of his shirt.

Holding the girl he loves to his chest, Thomas tries soothing the small girl, gently running his hand through her hair as she clings onto him tightly.

"It's okay, I've got you." The boy whispers in between the salty tears rolling down his puffy cheeks, heart absolutely shattering inside his tight chest. "They can't hurt you anymore." He whispers as he places a soft kiss to the crown of her head.