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...
Sun digs its heels to taunt you, But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same Rises the moon
Rises the Moon- Liana Flores ________________________________
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Ben's dead.
Earlier Alby banished Ben. Banishment; sending a glader into the maze as a form of punishment. You can never return after being banished-More like you'll be dead before you can reach the glade once again.
Worst of all, Alby made Thomas watch and now the brunette hasn't been the same since. Thomas is in and out of conversation, never really paying attention to what people have to say.
I glance around the table awkwardly. The keepers chatted among each other, including Chuck. While Thomas and I sit at the very end of the table in silence. I wanted to comfort Thomas, but didn't know if that was a good idea or not. What if he wants to be left alone and I go and start bothering him? That would only make things worse. On the other hand, if I was Thomas; I would want comfort from the others.
There's no doubt that Thomas and I are close. Our never ending silence didn't go unnoticed by the group of keepers and of course chuck. They stole a couple glances among each other they was painfully obvious to me.
The brunette stared at his food. I watched, looking down at the food and back at Thomas. He must've felt my burning gaze. So why didn't he look up? Normally Thomas would've easily called me out for staring, but not today.
"So uh-What job are you going to pick, greenie?"
I looked away from Thomas, landing my gaze on Winston. With a faint smile on my lips, I placed my spork down.
Winston was the first to break my silence. He fiddled with the food on his plate, unsure if he should've spoke to me.
"Um- I'm not really sure. I have a few in mind but-"
"Ooo! let me guess." Minho interrupted.
I raised my brows, finding Minhos little games to be amusing. "Go on." I smiled.
"Let me think." He narrowed his eyes and began to carefully think of an answer. "Track-hoe or Med-Jack? Which one is it?"
My eyes widened slightly. I haven't told anyone what job I was considering doing in the glade, so how did Minho know?
"Well I haven't exactly tried all the jobs yet. How many more do we have?" I asked for Thomas and I, even though he wasn't in the conversation to begin with. Or didn't bother to join in.
"Four? Five? Somewhere around there." Winston replied and finally took a bite out of his food.
"You still have to do Med-Jack." Minho stated. "That's sets you back a day or two because of what happened..." His words drifted.
