❝Remember... Remember I love you.❞
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In which the Maze, the thing they created together is what tore them apart from the beginning. In which the Maze, the horrible place they created is what bounds the two souls together again, in the end
Thom...
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HARD NIGHTS
THE WARM FLAMES FROM THE FIRE BEAT ON SCARLETT'S SKIN,SEEMING TO HEAT UP HER BODY. The flames in her eyes were shiny with tears still in her vision from what happened earlier that day.
Winston's death, everything changed. It showed her that she had to protect her own people. That she needed to be a hero and save them all even with the Flare virus. Honouring Winston was going to be difficult. How is she supposed to keep them safe from the Flare if she can't stop it without a Cure? Sure she can keep them from dying some other way, but the Flare is unstoppable. Unless they have a Cure.
A Cure is what they needed right now, if only they could find it. The Gladers all stayed in a circle, neither of them talking much to each other after what just happened earlier. Winston was gone, and there was nothing they could to do help him.
Nothing they could do to bring him back. Scarlett rubbed her eyes tiredly. She scooted closer to Thomas and laid her head on his shoulder, letting out a small yawn. Thomas wrapped his arms around her and could feel the tiredness and pain filling his body as well.
"I- I can't believe..." She started.
Thomas pulled her closer. "I know. Shh." He rubbed her back with his hand and sighed. Aris added more pieces of wood into the fire to get the flames higher and more brightly lit before he sat down next to Newt. "I thought we were supposed to be immune," Minho spoke up, a tint of anger in his words as he spoke. "Not all of us," Teresa said sadly, her eyes trained on the brightly lit orange fire that felt like it kept on getting hotter and hotter. "I guess." She added. "Maybe some of us are and some of us aren't," Scarlett spoke quietly, almost a whisper.
"Maybe we can survive this world. Maybe a few of us got lucky." Newt's eyes adverted to her. "I don't think I would describe it as lucky," Newt said across the fire, "If Winston can get infected, then I assume so can the rest of us."
"I never thought I'd say this..." Frypan spoke, causing everyone to turn their attention towards him. The boy who was staring in the flames with tears falling down his face, making Scarlett's own eyes feel watery. "I miss the Glade."
"Me too," Scarlett whispered, laying down on Thomas's lap who ran his fingers through her hair. She sighed and soon dozed off into a sleep. A sleep that was comforted by Thomas's hands running through the girls hair. A sleep that she hoped she could wake up into a brave new world.
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The next day came by fast. It was hot out that day, and at night the temperature seemed to drop. Later that night, all the Gladers were sleeping on the hard ground, using their back-packs for a pillow. Scarlett couldn't sleep. Her eyes were wide awake, not being able to close.
