"There, that's it," Thomas says, pointing to a certain spot on the map he just put on the table. "It's a few hundred miles."
He crosses his arms and leans on the table. "Based on the railways, everything that Aris told us... that's gotta be where they're headed. That's where they're taking Minho."
"We take everyone who can fight," he continues, "follow the roads where we can. We can make it back within a week." Vince looks at him skeptically, "a week?" he questions.
He glances at the map, pointing to a specific spot. "It took us like six months to get here."
"We got over 100 kids here now." He gestures behind himself. "We can't just hang out here forever. After what we just pulled, you wanna wander off to some random point on the map? You don't even know what's there!"
"I do." We all turn to the side where we see Jorge leaning against the door frame. "It's been a few years, but..." He walks over to us.
"I've been there... The Last City. That's what W.C.K.D called it. It was their whole base of operations. If that city is still standing... that's the last place you wanna go, hermano. That's the lions den."
"It's nothing we haven't done before," Thomas says. Vince butts in, "yeah, with months of planning, reliable information, the element of surprise... none of which we have now!" He says.
"Vince, I've thought this through, would you just hear me out?" Thomas says, getting a little frustrated. Vince interrupts him, slamming his hand down on the table. "The last time we went off half-cocked... I lost everything."
His tone is harsh with an underlying tone of pain. "You remember that?" He asks Thomas firmly, to which he nods.
I watch the interaction, trying not to react despite the hint of PTSD that men being angry brings up for me. Ever since I got my memories back, I've had slight PTSD surrounding m, the memories of how my father was makes me scared, genuinely scared.
"Look, I know it's Minho. Alright?" He asks, his tone softening slightly. "But you can't ask me to put those kids on the line for one man. I won't do it."
All of a sudden, the sound of static comes through the radio. We all turn to it, listening intently. "Searching the grid now," a male voice says through the radio. "A is completed. Scanning B sector now," the voice continues.
"Shit, hit the lights!" Thomas says. We all rush off, a few people grabbing their guns just in case while Jorge turns the lights off.
I head outside after a minute, seeing Thomas standing there as Vince walks away. I walk over to him, glancing up at the sky every once in a while. The light breeze messing up my already messy hair even more.
"It's not your fault, Thomas," I say softly as I approach him, placing a hand on his bicep.
"I know..." he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I made a promise, I was supposed to protect him, get him home safe, I-" he begins to ramble.
"Thomas, hey, Thomas," I say softly, cupping his face in my hands to make him look at me.
"You're doing the best you can, you've already helped so many people," I say softly, "one little setback isn't the end, okay? You're still one of the strongest, most badass guys I've ever met, you're amazing."
His eyes turn slightly glossy, "I love you so much..." he mutters. I pause for a second as I process his words, he loves me... that's the first time either of us have said that to each other. And, god, it feels so right.
"I love you too," I whisper, my own eyes beginning to fill with tears. I chuckle weakly, my thumbs gently wiping his tears that slowly begin to flow down his cheeks. "You're so pretty," I whisper, watching as slight surprise and fluster appears on his face.
"P-pretty? You think I'm... pretty?" He asks, a smile spreading across his lips. "Absolutely gorgeous, Tee-Tee" I whisper, grinning as I use the nickname he has a love-hate relationship with.
"You suck..." he whispers affectionately, resting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. The feeling of our bodies pressed against each others feels so right. It makes me feel like we'll be alright.
I pull him into a kiss, standing on my tiptoes so I can reach him better. I wrap my arms around his neck as his arms wrap around my waist. It's these sorts of kisses that I love the most.
The kisses that come from an overwhelming feeling of love, the kisses that happen before you can really even process it, the kisses that cause the world around you to fade away, the kisses where the only thing you can think about is how much you love one and other...
A/N; I'm really struggling with motivation at the moment. As you'll know from a previous chapter, my grandmas cat passed away. Now my great grandma is in hospital. She fell and couldn't get up, she was there for about 8 hours before my grandpa found her.
She's got a ruptured spleen, chest infection, lung issues, and cancer. I spent most of last night up at the hospital with her. She's getting slightly better but her memory is going down hill fast.
She told us a story the other day, someone else said a sentence, then she repeated her story... forgot that she told us completely.
I'm pretty worried about this at the moment so please forgive me if any chapters lowkey suck. Love you all and I hope you're having a good month 🤍
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FanficWCKD is good. Well, that's a lie. Jades memories are being restored, along with the emotions behind them. The things she's remembering are life changing, things the wished weren't true. Before this all, she was happier. She was free, she was with h...
