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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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Thomas forgets how beautiful sunsets could be. The either pastel or bright colours blending seamlessly into one another, the candy floss clouds or how the sun slowly slips below the horizon. In all fairness, it's something that's easy to forget with what Thomas has been through. The Flare and the whole WICKED ordeal was rather distracting. Life never seems to give us a chance to enjoy the little things.
"I've been thinking."
"You have?"
"About life." Minho said joining Thomas on their rock.
Thomas gave him a simple nod.
"I'm one to talk. You always look like you're thinking." Minho said a bit expressively then gave Thomas a pat on the back. "It's either that or you're asking questions."
Minho shook his head and Thomas a halfhearted chuckle.
"You're not wrong." Thomas replied reluctantly.
"Like I was saying... I've been thinking about life, well, life before the maze." Minho continued.
All previous thinking and questioning that had been happening in Thomas' head had ceased. He had never thought about life before the maze at least not for a very long time. Thomas' fingers slipped towards a small figure in his pocket.
"Oh yeah?" Thomas said eventually while clearing his throat.
"Yeah..." Minho paused. "What do you think life was like?"
Thomas stared stoically towards the disappearing sun. "I think life was peaceful. Besides it's ongoing mediocre conflicts and issues. I'm sure... life was good."
"Really?"
"No."
"You almost had me there." Minho laughed.
Thomas still showed little emotion.
"There's no way for us to know what life was like before the maze. WICKED took that from us. Just like they took everything else. Yeah, people who remember can tell us, but, that will still never be like how we, ourselves, remember it." Thomas said while pulling the wooden figure out his pocket. He admired it for a few seconds but, just before his eyes began to sting he continued. "Life was probably miserable but there's no use thinking that. Im tired of trying to remember. Im tired."
