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Breaking Through the Distance (TMR Thomas) PART 2

The cold, sterile walls of the testing facility surrounded you, a constant reminder of what you had been taken for. The doctors had poked and prodded, their clinical, detached eyes never leaving you and Teresa as they carried out their experiments. Days blurred into nights as you endured their endless tests, the lights overhead harsh and unrelenting. They were searching for something—answers, solutions—but you felt like nothing more than a lab rat.

You could barely remember what it felt like to be outside, to feel the warmth of the sun on your face, to hear the voices of the Gladers laughing and bickering. But one face never left your mind.

Thomas.

Even after you had left him standing there with the Gladers, you couldn't stop thinking about the way he had looked at you, the way he had promised not to leave your side. You clung to that promise, even though you had no idea if you would ever see him again.

But then, something changed.

The facility was always quiet, the sound of your footsteps echoing down the endless halls as you were led from room to room for more testing. But today, there was noise. Distant, at first, like the rumble of a distant storm, but it grew louder, closer.

Alarms started blaring, red lights flashing down the corridor. The doctors around you tensed, muttering to one another in a panic. Something was happening, something that wasn't part of the tests.

And then, you heard it—voices. Familiar voices.

Your heart leapt in your chest as you strained to listen, your pulse pounding in your ears. The sound was faint, but unmistakable. The Gladers. They had come for you.

Suddenly, the door to your holding room was kicked open with a loud crash, and your eyes widened in shock.

Thomas stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, his eyes wild with determination. He didn't hesitate. The moment his gaze locked onto you, he crossed the room in seconds, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you like a lifeline, and you clung to him just as fiercely, the relief crashing over you like a wave.

"I told you," he whispered against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm not leaving you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you pulled back just enough to look at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper. "Thomas..."

He didn't give you time to finish. His grip tightened, and before you could protest, he swept you into his arms, carrying you like you weighed nothing. The bruises and exhaustion that had built up over the past few days seemed to vanish in his presence, replaced by a sense of safety you hadn't felt in so long.

Just behind him, the other Gladers poured into the room, helping Teresa, who was struggling to stand after the days of tests. Minho and Newt exchanged quick nods before they moved to support her, but Thomas's attention was fully on you. He hadn't let go since the moment he found you.

"We need to get out of here!" Minho shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "This place is coming down."

Thomas nodded, his jaw set. "I've got her."

The group moved quickly through the facility, dodging guards and avoiding the collapsing walls as the building crumbled around you. With every step, Thomas held you close, his arms never faltering. He whispered reassurances in your ear, telling you to hold on, that you were almost out. And you believed him, because as long as you were with Thomas, you knew you were safe.

Finally, after what felt like hours of running and dodging, you saw it—the exit. A broken, shattered window that led to freedom. Fresh air rushed in, filling your lungs as you reached it, the night sky overhead a welcome sight after so many days trapped inside.

The Gladers climbed through, Minho and Newt helping Teresa while the others scrambled to get out. Thomas helped you through the window, his hands never leaving you as you dropped down to the ground outside. You collapsed onto the grass, the cold earth beneath you grounding you after everything you had been through.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of your heavy breathing, the distant rumble of the collapsing building behind you, and the cool night breeze.

Thomas knelt beside you, his hands gently brushing the dirt from your face, his eyes scanning you for any injuries. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, still catching your breath, but the relief in his eyes made your heart swell. "I am now."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and before you knew it, his arms were around you again. This time, it wasn't rushed, or frantic. It was slow, steady, as if he was afraid to let go.

The Gladers were gathered around, making sure Teresa and everyone else was okay, but they were also stealing glances at the two of you, small smiles playing on their lips. Newt caught your eye and gave you a knowing look, while Minho rolled his eyes but smirked.

Thomas pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he whispered, "I was so scared I'd lost you."

You shook your head, your hands gripping his shirt tightly. "You didn't lose me, Thomas. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He smiled, a real, genuine smile that lit up his face in a way that made your heart skip a beat. "Good. Because I'm never letting you go."

For the rest of the night, he didn't. Even as you walked with the group, heading toward safety, Thomas never let go of your hand. The warmth of his presence was a constant reminder that you were safe, that you were together, and that after everything, you had made it out.

You hadn't just survived the Maze, or the Scorch, or the tests.

You had found something worth holding onto. And neither of you were letting go.