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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I LOOKED OVER AT NEWT ANXIOUSLY, "I should probably go check on him." I said, sheepishly, before pushing past three boys who stood in my way. They all glared at me and I sent them a quick "sorry" while walking away.
I felt them watching. The crowd of boys watched as I made my way to the brunette, making me feel slightly nervous. I squatted down, getting on his level. With one hand I pushed back the brown hair that covered his eyes.
"You look comfortable." I jokingly said.
"Haha." The boy sarcastically laughed."Very funny."
"Need any help?" I asked him. Which, I received a head nod and a "No" from the boy.
Liar.
I sent him a knowingly look. The boy was lying on the ground and stuck in one spot. Yeah, there was a high chance that he's struggling to get up or even move a muscle.
He huffed out a small portion of air before saying, "Yeah." mumbling the word out of embarrassment. Most likely, due to how many gladers that were watching the little incident.
"That's what I thought." I smirked before holding out a hand for him to grab on to. "Are you okay?-" I pressed. Having said that, I could not properly finish my sentence because deja vu came to play and I heard a voice whispering in my ear.
Thomas, it whispered.
Thomas. Even louder than before.
The voice whispering was strange. The name in my head repeated it over and over. Till-Thomas I believe, sat up a little, noticing that something was wrong or maybe even right.
"Thomas." I whispered out loud, feeling unsure of the name.
His eyes widened, taking in the name I called him. The more I said it in my mind, the more it felt so right. And after saying it out loud, I couldn't have been anymore right. That was Thomas.
"Thomas." The boy repeated in awe, loudly.
Everyone turned to him, sparing each other glances. I assumed they were questioning whether or not he had a concussion. They looked at us closely. Eye dragging from me to Thomas...it felt weird saying his name.
Grabbing my hand, Thomas held it loosely as I helped pull his off of the ground. He looked around, breaking his neck with a toothy grin on his face. A look of pure happiness; which shinned so bright.
