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053. thomas; imagine

you are in the scorch and you've been infected with the flare

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i stood there, gun in hand, staring at what once was my girlfriend. now, a cold, lifeless figure stared at me, its eyes clouded over, and it's mouth drooling some black substance. i knew she was gone. not fully, but the main part of her was.

it slowly started to move closer, and i didn't move away. as the stumbling thing reached me, i was frozen. even if i wanted to move, i couldn't. i was paralysed. but not by fear. as a matter of fact, i was calm.

i knew that it was y/n at this point. i knew because she looked at me and tried her best to smile. i could never forget that smile. her smile.

she grabbed my hand and lifted up the gun, pointing it at her heart. she wanted me to do it. she wanted me to shoot her.

i watched as her eyes turned fully white, and the calm creature that once stood before me started growling. now was the time.

"i love you so so much." i mumbled through tears, as i pulled the trigger.

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