A new girl in the glade falls hopelessly in love with Newt, but what happens when her past unfolds. Lilah can no longer hide from the truth. She must face her battles. While balancing her live life. Easier said than done.
✰Will Lilah choose...
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"EVERY MORNING, WHEN THOSE doors open, they run into the maze." Newt pointed over to the maze. "Mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out." His finger dropped onto his lap.
The three us sat down on the ground, leaning on a tree log. I watched the fire curiously as Newt talked to the other boy. Apparently, it was a tradition of theirs. To put on a big fire for display and hang out with each other. So, when I got invited to the gathering by Chuck I felt happy to be included.
The boys here are still having a hard time adjusting to a girl in the glade. I can feel it. They don't say much to me, most of the time it feels like they're blocking me out.
Its bright, yellow and orange flames lit up my face. The flames reflected on my eyes fiercely. The nagging sensation of touching it became intense. Weirdly, I wanted to feel the hot fire against my skin. But the again I wanted to put it out. Something about the fire made my stomach twist in knots. I didn't like it.
"How long have they've been looking?"
"Three years." Newt responded with a sigh.
"And they haven't found anything?" The brunette asked curiously. He found it unbelievable how after three years they've got nothing.
"It's a lot easier said than done. Listen." Newt paused mid sentence. Noises could be heard from the maze. The sound of concrete moving against concrete. "Hear that? It's the maze, changing. It changes every night."
"How's that even possible?" The brunette was in disbelief.
There voices went through one of my ears and out the other. My attention stayed on the fire. I couldn't seem to pull my eyes away from it.
Then it happened.
A thought. A memory. Something.
It popped into my mind unexpectedly. I grasped onto the memory strongly. Fighting back, I couldn't let go of it. I was too determined.
"What happened?" A voice cracked.
"T-There was a-"
That one piece of information faded away, leaving me to feel empty once again. It sounded like to people talking. There high pitched voices, must've been children. But why? And who? Whose kids was I thinking about?
