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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"The maze?" Minho repeated, unable to tell if I was lying or telling the truth.
I simply nodded. "About how everything's changing and what our futures hold." I lied. It was the first thing that came to mind.
"We're getting out of here." Thomas touched my shoulder, sending me a reassuring smile. "I can feel it."
I appreciated Thomas. Him and his never ending determination. No matter what happened in the past he never once gave up.
I smiled, gratefully. "I know. I have faith in you." I looked to Minho, "I have faith in all of us." We are getting close to leaving and I can't wait for that day to come.
"Good. Cause you're gonna need it." Minho commented. I laughed, "Very encouraging of you, Minho." I sarcastically said.
Minho grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "What are friends for?"
My smile grew wider. I really did cherish my bond with Minho. It wasn't as strong as mine with Thomas, but it was playful and comforting. He knew how to take a stress full situation and make the most out of it.
"We should head back- I'm shucking starving." Minhos patted his stomach. "I wonder what Fry made."
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The three of us walked back from the Map Room. Along the way Thomas and Minho updated me on what they had been discussing earlier, while I was away.
Apparently, Minho believes that the sectors in the maze ;specifically sector seven is the way out. During our hectic time in the maze yesterday, Minho said the griever had came out of Sector seven.
Coincidentally, the silver object we found in the griever not only had the letters W,C,K,D but the number seven on it.
"Thomas and I plan on checking it out. But that's an if- You comin? Minho hit my arm with his firm elbow.
Thomas looked at me. "You're coming, Right?"
"Is that a question or statement?" I teased the brunette. Thomas; not in a mood for my teasing, pushed me a little. "I'm joking, Thomas. Of course I'm going with you guys-"
We reached the center of the glade and from a distance I heard shouts coming from multiple people.
