The Full Story (Romantic Thomas x Teresa Teresa x Aris)

                                    

                                          
Thomas. Thomas. Thomas.
Teresa repeated his name in her head over and over. After all, that's who she was doing all this for. It was the entire reason they had done what they did. Because she loves him and he loves her. That's why this was going to hurt him so much. 
It was an accident. It had been an accident every time. The way her eyes have traveled to the other boy, knife still clutched in his hand and him still dragging who was supposed to be her Thomas with her. If he noticed, he didn't look back.
It was almost over. After he was bloodied up, after he had a dagger held to his throat, after he had been dragged, after he had seen them kiss, after he had been hit over the head, after he couldn't even run, after almost two weeks of mind games, it would finally be over. 
She didn't dare meet his eyes again. Even though it hurt, she kept them strictly on Thomas as she pushed him to the ground. He just gazed at her eyes, his eyes burning with a tired anger.
She wanted to care more. She needs to care more. She needs to care that her lover wouldn't love her after this.
As the door dropped, blocking them from him, she tried to tell herself how much it hurt. 
It did hurt. It hurt to see him like that. 
It had also hurt to be kept up with everything he was doing thanks to WICKED. They had informed her of everything. Of him calling for her, him searching for her, the starving, the lightning, the running, the horror, all of it.
Of the group of Cranks and fake ones. Like two working for WICKED. 
She had been told how Brenda had kissed his cheek when they first met. She had been told he had to hide his smile. She had been told how they seemed to close. She had been told that even though he would look guilty, as though he knew it was wrong, he was close to her anyway.
She thought about it all. With the way it seemed so hypocritical, with the way he hadn't said anything about the remarks made about her unconscious body, with the way he was voluntarily getting close to another girl, with all the wrong he had done, she knew he would see this as the worst thing ever. Them doing something WICKED made them so he wouldn't be killed would be the thing that was oh so terrible. 
With a frustrated yell, she banged her fists on the wall, her body shaking as the spell seemed to fall. Just like that, she realized that while doing this hurt, it was in no way the way she thought. It was as though she was cruel to a friend who she wasn't too protective of. Not a lover. Not someone who was hers.
Seeing the way her hands started to bloody, Aris ever gently pulled the breaking girl back, his hands firmly holding hers so she couldn't do any more damage to them. 
It's okay now. It's okay. Just take a breath.
His voice was calming inside her head despite being a little shaky. It was clear he was still trying to process it all, the things they had done.
She wondered if he felt as though he was watching from another body. She wondered if he felt like his mind was numbing over to make sure emotions wouldn't ruin this. She wondered if he felt sick to his stomach. She wondered if he forgot about all of that the second their lips touched. If it felt so different from anything but right. 
She knew Thomas's lips. She had been told to when playing mind games. She knew the way they didn't seem to fit right with hers, as if they were pieces of different puzzles.
She wondered if Aris felt like it had been okay for just a second.
She wondered if he felt everything she had.