Marrow and Bone

Newt’s voice shook slightly as he spoke. “Do you still love her?”Thomas didn’t have to ask who Newt meant. Teresa. Of course he would ask about Teresa. Only, the answer was simple. And easy. The only easy thing about this situation.“No,” Thomas breathed, closing his eyes for fear of what emotions he might see cross Newt’s face. “Maybe the Thomas I was before loved her, but.. But the Thomas that woke up in the Maze, he’s always wanted someone else.”Silence cleaved the world. Neither of them were breathing. And Thomas could have sworn even the cranks out in the night were holding their breath, waiting to see what might happen next. Anxiety was a current beneath his skin; moving swift and clear and with a power that suggested it could not be stopped. He was holding his head above the water but soon enough he’d be drowning in it.