𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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During my time in the maze, every day was a new challenge.
I’d wake up early, ready to face whatever the maze threw at us. After a quick breakfast with the other Gladers, I’d gather the Runners, and we’d head out to the entrance.
The sound of the doors opening sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that we were stepping into the unknown.
As we ran through the pathways, I’d keep my eyes peeled for any changes in the walls or signs of Grievers.
Cutting through the thick ivy that often blocked our way became routine, and I learned to work quickly and efficiently.
We’d map out new routes, marking our findings with whatever we could find. Yet this was just for show.
We already know there is no way out. We figured that out way long ago. But thatwon'tt stop us.
We'll keep looking.
Lunchtime was brief; we’d grab some food and discuss what we saw, always strategizing for the next run.
The maze was a living, breathing entity, and every second counted.
There were moments of fear, but also camaraderie with my fellow Runners, and that kept me pushing forward, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within those walls.
Running through the maze, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Every step was a mix of fear and determination.
The walls seemed to close in around me, and I could hear the distant sounds of the Grievers lurking, ready to strike.
My heart raced as I pushed myself to move faster, knowing that one wrong turn could mean the end.
But there was also a flicker of hope driving me forward.
I was searching for answers for more notes, and that kept me going, even when the fear threatened to overwhelm me.
I had to stay focused, keep my wits about me, and trust my instincts. It was a fight for survival, and I couldn’t let my friends down.
There was no sign of any creatures. Not any cannibal people and not the noises I used to hear with the sound of air passing.
It's quite peaceful today, yet I felt tense around my shoulders.
I was getting more and more worried about how everything is connected; Xiera with glass, with the notes, and with the maze. I'm not sure what, but it's dangerous for her to stay here.
