Eyes as black as night.

When i loved him

I had to hope what we were running from wasn't fast becuase Mia was the laziest person I has ever met, well at least, I thought she was. That night I watched her run like I had never seen anyone run before, I wish I could tell you what she was running from but i cant, I do know it wasn't whatever was out there. I didn't really blame her, she had a lot to hide from, the main thing being herself. I would hide from myself too if I knew what I had seen. Well I say I would, I did when Ben died...

Being the one to "kill" your own boyfriend is rough, especially when you aren't the one who actually did it. Mia didn't kill Gally, not that she could see that, and I wasn't the one who killed Ben, I could see that eventually though.

I felt for her, really, I never wanted her to relate to how it felt even if thats what I wished when it happened but she needed to understand, she couldn't live like that, it was killing her inside.

Now running from whatever the hell she was running from seemed to change her whole personality. She didn't smile after that, well not until...

Then we had Thomas, smiling alongside the other gladers just to make it seem better. He had suffered too, we all had and I don't want to be rude but Mia needed to suck it up a little.

When we were put into that store room against our will and left with nothing to do, I wasn't sure if anyone would ever come and get us. We waited for what felt like years when in reality was probably only a few minutes, but that was a few minutes too long for me becuase I looked into his eyes.

I studied his eyes like I studied the maze, mapping every twist and turn in his iris. His brown eyes with just a hint of gold twisting and turning, changing and swirling and all meeting in that black, glistening hole in the center of them. A black hole where I felt safe, not scared or alone like the ones in space make you feel, but safe and happy and, loved.

When I had really thought about it, it wasn't just his eyes I loved, I loved everything about him. I loved his dirty blonde hair and the way he would always brag about it being a few shades lighter than mine. I loved the way he cared for me even when he hated my sister. I loved the way he spoke, the way he smiled, the way he dressed, the way he walked. I did truly love him, not that I belive in true love anymore. Back then I thought he would never love me, right now, I wish he didn't.

After many minutes of thinking, someone did come and get us. He did give his name as he took us through back corridors and workshops but I wasn't listening. I was too busy thinking of how much he and Teresa looked alike. Same facial structure, same shade of brown in thier hair. They were just so similar. It is what I imagine she felt like when she compared me to Dr. Paige, the man felt so familiar but so very wrong. Like he was meant to connect to Teresa and I somehow but like he couldn't work out what he was supposed to do to get there.

Little did i know, meeting this man would change the corse of my whole life, all of our life's, Newts especially...