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I had some time, so I decided to write this instead of my main fanfic. I know... #priorities
So here's the one-shot you requested PetertonysonStark09! I didn't forgetttttt :)
Autumn
Maze Runner
4/9/2021
It's usually not that hard to understand the meaning of a season.
Winter was the season of family and friendship, for times when you aren't meant to be alone, but with people who care. Spring was full of change and growth, when everything from people to plants seemed to thrive. Summer was a time to let loose and relax, to take a break from life and just live a little.
Thomas sat on a bench in a newly built park in the Safe Haven, watching the leaves fall from the trees in the months prior to winter cold grip.
Yes, Thomas understood what each season meant. Except for autumn.
It was a mystery to him, what the time between summer and winter was supposed to mean. It was generally a dreary time of year, one that he never enjoyed that much.
Teresa loved autumn. He remembered the quiet moments they had, which were few and far between, where they talked about everything. Anything, other than what was right in front of them.
"Why do you like autumn?" he had asked in distaste, to which Teresa had replied with a smile.
"I like it because it reminds me of simpler times," she said, "when all a kid really was expected to do was play outside with friends. The colors of the leaves makes me nostalgic for the past."
Thomas stared down at the leaves that had fallen from the trees surrounding him, and he leaned down and scooped a couple up in his hands. He inspected them, and a strange feeling filled his chest.
The colors of the leaves did make him think of the past, but not the same past that she has referred to. The bright orange and pale red just served to remind him of the fire that had taken Teresa away from him.
He smiled, though pained. Ironic, wasn't it? That the person who loved the color of autumn perished by the hands of the multi-colored leaves.
Thomas was broken from his thoughts by a laugh that echoed through the near empty streets. He looked up and saw two kids, a boy and a girl, chasing each other around the park and into piles of leaves. He watched them roll around in the red and orange and brown without a care in the world.
Children were so innocent, as they should be. He watched the kids play, oblivious to the piles of fire colored leaves around them and the meaning it held for Thomas.
He looked back down at the leaves, and dropped them quickly, almost feeling as if they burned his hand. He stared at them for a long while, and after some time, the leaves started looking more and more like flames.
Thomas tore his eyes away, stomping his foot down on the leaves, listening to them crunch as he twisted his foot back and forth.
When he pulled up his foot, he watched as the pieces of the leaves drifted and were swept up by the wind.
What was so special about autumn anyways?
Thomas frowned, it just seemed as if everything around him was just progressing forward, while he was sitting here, a still being in all the movement.
Everyone was moving on, past the maze and WICKED and everything. Everyone but him...
Maybe that's what autumn was, he wondered. Maybe it was a season of acceptance, and continuing on with life.
Thomas bit his lip. He wasn't so sure he could do that, leave all of his past behind. Even after years, the events will be there, haunting him over and over and over again. Teresa... Newt... Chuck...
He stood up, and brushed some leaves that had fallen from the trees off his pants. In a way, the leaves were also moving on, to make space for new memories, or in this case, new leaves.
Thomas reckoned that he could try to do that too. It wouldn't happen at first of course, but possibly with time.
He walked past the children, past the park, past the leaves. Past autumn. Thomas walked past them all, into a new life.
Somewhere where autumn meant something.
Honestly, this was so bad. I haven't read Maze Runner in forever, so some things could be from the movie lol.
-Blossom ;)
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