"YOU THINK I'M A MISTAKE?!" I yell at him, how could he call me a mistake, I'm his girlfriend!

"Well how else do you explain what you said?! Teresa was meant to be the only girl, the girl that changed everything, the girl that triggered our escape." Thomas yelled back, then looking me straight in the eyes, he said, "That girl was her, not you."

"Well then why did you choose me?! Why did YOU choose me?!" I ask in anger.

"Because before her, you were that girl, that girl who helped us, my girl, but not anymore.." He looked at the ground, ashamed and sad.

"N-not anym-more?" I stutter as tears fill my eyes.

"No," He frowns, "Not anymore."

He walked out of the room, Minho behind him, the rest of the gladers stay and stared at me, looking for my reaction.
All except Newt. He came over and sat with me.

"Need a hug?" He asks, I look up at him and give him a sad smile, then fall into his arms and start crying.

..........(I seem to skip a lot...)..........

Not much happened the next few days, Thomas and haven't talked since he broke up with me, we haven't even made eye contact! I'm not sure how I'm going to make it through this if things stay so awkward, but I can't face him, he broke my heart!

Newt's been helping me get through this, he doesn't seem so happy with Thomas about it all, though he has seemed sort of distant ever since the breakup.

"Hey, Newt," I say as I walk up to him, he looks down at me and smiles.

"Hey, Soph, what's up?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to hangout." I smiled at him.

His face dropped, "Oh, um, I actually can't right now, um, sorry." He turned and walked away.

Why's he being like this? First my boyfriend broke my heart and now my best friend won't even talk to me, what did I do...?

Newt's POV

I can't be around her, not like this anyway, she just broke up with Thomas and if she keeps turning to me I'm not sure I'll be able to hold my feelings in for much longer, and if she found out how I felt... if she knew, it'd mess up everything, Thomas would think I was just waiting for my chance to be with her, and she's heart broken and vulnerable, I can't make her go through any more, and if she did start liking me, I wouldn't want to just be a rebound.

I walked away from her, not because I don't want to hangout with her but because if I stayed it wouldn't end well.

I walked to the the main room where we eat and found Thomas sitting alone.

I decide to talk to him, he may have been the one to break up with Sophie but he still went through a break up.

"Hey," I say as I sit a seat away from him.

He glances up at me and then looks back down. "Hey."

"How're you holding up?" I ask as I look over at him.

"Not good, but I did what was right." He doesn't look up, just fiddles with some crumbs on the table.

"What was right?" I question, "What do you mean?"

"I mean breaking up with her, I couldn't stay with her, I know how much you like her, and she deserves a guy like you," he clenches his fists and continues, "I-I couldn't stay with her, not once Teresa disappeared. When she wasn't there anymore I realised how much she meant to me, I realised how I felt..."

He turned to me, his eyes where red from the tears building up in his eyes.

"I couldn't stay with her when I had feelings for another, I-I really like Sophie, she's so nice and sweet and fun, but we were more like friends then a couple, and I couldn't be with her when someone else was stealing my heart." He looked back down and I saw a tear land on the table.

"I understand, Tommy, I understand." I stand up and walk over to him and give him a hug, he falls into my embrace and starts sobbing.

...........

That night, while the others were sleeping, I got up and went into the dining room, which I learnt the name of when one of the guys remembered it.

It was nice, silent, almost peaceful. It's like all the confusion and pain has been put on pause for a brief moment. Like I can finally relax.

I take a seat at the table and soak in calm atmosphere. Sadly, my peace is short lived.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Oh no! I think to myself, that thing is back!

I look around the room, but there's nothing to be seen. The sound had stopped, and there's not a trace of the the noise maker.

I get up and look around, I look in the room that we found Aris in, I peek into the main bedroom to make sure everyone is alright.
Thomas, Minho and the other guys are all peacefully sleeping, then I see Sophie, she's tossing and turning as though she's having a nightmare.

I make my way over to her bed, whatever had been making that noise can wait, I sit on the edge of her bed and place my hand on her shoulder.

Sophie's POV

I jolt awake, out of breath, I look around and catch sight of someone on the edge of my bed.
I jump away, nocking their hand off of my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay," Their voice says in a calm, concerned whisper.

I recognised the voice and immediately relaxed, it was Newt.

"Are you alright?" He asks me.

I nod, "Yeah, thanks."

He rubs my back gently as my breath slows.

"What were you dreaming of?" He questions, still trying to comfort me.

"Oh, um," I look down at a thread popping out of my bed sheets and start picking at it, "it was about us..."

"Us?" He asks in a mix of shock and excitement but still concerned.

"Yeah.. I dreamt that we got out but it wasn't much better, I dreamt that one of those... things, got to you and.... and it... it.." I gave up speaking, he knew what I was trying to say.

"Oh," he frowns. "Well, don't worry, I won't let them get me, I promise." He smiled down at me.

"It wasn't just you..." I sigh, he tilts his head sadly, "it was most of us, I..I was alone, everyone I cared about just faded away, and there was you, all green and covered it bulging veins, slime-like saliva spilling from your lips and.." I take a shaking breath, he's still rubbing my back, "and then you, and then you collapsed, dead."

He stops rubbing my back and just lets his hand rest on my shoulder. Then he pulls me into a hug and just holds me while I cry.

His chin resting on the top of my head and his arms holding me close while I sit in the gap between his crossed leg and cry into shoulder.  

And the last thing I remember before I drift of to sleep again is his soft voice whispering into my hair.

"You don't need to worry about me, I'll always be here for you, always."