Thomas found himself thinking again, he did that a lot and he hated it. Everyone around him was so happy, they were at the safe haven, he should be grateful. Instead he was just sad, he felt regret, like he could have done more, he should of done me. The sharp laugh of someone was the thing that pulled him out of his own head.
Thomas wanted to just be alone, he stood up and started to walk away, "hey shank, where you headed?" It was Minho, he seemed to always have an eye on Thomas.
"I just need some fresh air" it was kind of a stupid things to say considering they didn't have a finished building yet, but it was the only thing he really could say.
He loved the water, so of course that's were he went. He walked on the beach shore, just far enough that the water couldn't touch him. He let his mind run loose. He started to think about almost everything, chuck the boy who was just old enough to be classified as a teenager, who he thought of like a little brother and who was dead. He thought of Alby, he was stuck in the maze 3 years and was just one day late to making it out. He thought of newt, the person he grew the closest to, who had tried so hard to get out of the maze, and when he did, he didn't get to enjoy it. He thought of Ben, Winston and as much as he hated it he thought of terisa.
He tried to think of all the reasons he should be grateful to be here, all the people who had lost their lives just so he could stand here, but he just felt angry.
The anger was so strong he wanted to scream, he was to tiered to scream, he just cried. He dropped down to his knees letting the soft sand catch him. letting the tears run out, he just sat there and sobbed.
He could feel the presence of people behind him, he quickly rubbed his eyes. He turned over to see Minho, frypan and Gally sit down beside him, they sat close but still gave him space. They didn't say anything, they were all morning the same people. Thomas couldn't tell if that made it easier or harder. Out of a couple dozen kids, they were the finale four.
They all sat there in the same quiet understanding.
Thomas ran his hand over his eyes, but this time was different, his vision had gone blurry. He blinked a couple times, trying to get his vision back.
Then his vision was gone.
~~~
Authors note: I don't really have a note for this.
Words: 448
Published date: Dec 21, 2023
