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...
Oh, Father tell me, did we get what we deserve, Whoa, we get what we deserve, And way down we go,
Way Down We Go- Kaleo __________________________________
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We set off. I ran behind the group, running at my own pace. Which was slower than most. It was as fast as I could.
My legs were sore from the amount of running I did in the past week. My arm still stung. A never ending sensation in that one spot.
I wasn't just physically in pain. There was a feeling of pain in the back of my mind. Replaying the memories I uncovered this morning. I felt in my heart, weighing my body down.
I had a brother. He was a young boy. Could only have been ten when he passed away. I still remember what happened to him. Why he died at such a young age.
Or why I was so upset, believing I had failed him. How? How did I fail?
Like always. When I get faint memories back there's always one good one. One that makes me happy but sad at the exact same time. This time it was the one of me, Thomas, and Teresa.
The girl filmed us and we laughed, joking around with each other. I was happy. They were happy. That one moment captured the strong bond we threw had. Especially my bond with Thomas.
Even with my memories wiped we still managed to create a strong and honest relationship.
That memory looked too good to be true.
"Alright, let's take a break!" Yelled Thomas as he stopped running and began to take in deep breaths of air.
I felt Newt lightly touch my arm. He looked at me concerned, "
I felt Newt lightly touch my arm with his gentle wide eyes, "Is your arm bothering you?" He asked, "-How's your cheek? I never got a chance to properly take care of your cuts, sorry."
Newt made me smile, "It's not your fault," I reminded the boy and slowed down my pace, now walking side by side with him, "I got stung by a Griever, right?"
He nodded his head in agreement and I continued, "Then why didn't I go through the changing?" That's what happens when you get stung. You go crazy. Completely lose yourself.
