☆~And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.
I think there's a flaw in my code,
These v...
It was early evening, with Minho and Alby having still not returned from the Maze.
Everyone had gathered at the doors, waiting anxiously. A rumbling groan, a gear-like clicking reverberated through the glade. The maze doors were going to close soon.
"Come on, guys, can't we send someone after them?" Thomas spoke finally, breaking the tense silence.
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"That's against the rules." Gally spoke from where he knelt in a crouching position to the left of him, staring intently into the maze. "Either they make it back or they don't."
"We can't risk losing anyone else," Newt explained reluctantly, rubbing his arm, tossing a concerned glance in Emma's direction.
Her eyes were focused on the maze, and she couldn't shake this awful, horrifying fear that something terrible was about to happen. Heart pounding painfully against her ribcage, Emma's breathing was unsteady, but controlled.
Suddenly she felt someone's hand slip into her own, a comforting gesture.
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Green eyes flickered briefly downwards, and she realized that Newt was holding her hand. Feeling her worry ease some, her heartbeat began to level out.
A resounding thunder, then the howling gusts blew through the maze entrance, making them all tense up again.
The doors had begun to close. "Oh, no," Chuck gasped.
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