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𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 awakes with a sudden gasp, jolting into a sitting position on his hammock. Another memory just came back to him.
As he catches his breath, his eyes subconsciously glance around to check if anyone else is awake.
Across Chuck, Blake also pants heavily as she looks around her—connecting her big emeralds to Thomas' topaz.
As Blake's eyes meet his, her eyebrows furrow in confusion. 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰?—𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘐𝘥𝘪𝘥?
Thomas throws his legs off the side of the hammock, rising to his feet as he comes to a stand. His feet carry him over to Blake, who sits with a hand covering her forehead, trying to process her dream.
"Nightmare also?" Thomas asks
"No, I had another memory come back. I haven't had another since your first day." Blake says as she rubs her eyes.
The girl pushes off of the sides of the hammock to sit herself up as she looks up to Thomas' gaze. Patting the seat beside her, Blake throws her legs over the side of the hammock as Thomas gets the gesture and sits down.
"I had one also. They kept telling me over and over again that Wicked is—"
"Good?" Blake questions.
Thomas' eyes widen a bit as he nods. "I saw you and that same girl again. I remember when you got your memories erased." He confesses as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt.
"I-I got that same memory back also, except—I could see you from inside the tank they put me in. You were yelling and cursing at the people beside you."
Thomas didn't want to tell her that part; he knew they were friends, but apparently, they must have really cared for each other.
From what he remembers—his heart was torn out of his chest when he watched the small girl kick and punch at the glass.
