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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The sun was high, casting long shadows through the maze as I strolled alongside Ben in section three.
It was a good day—or as good as it gets down here, anyway. No grievers, no cannibals lurking in the corners, just the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone walls.
I glanced sideways at Ben, who was rambling about something ridiculous, probably trying to lighten the mood. I let out a small chuckle. Who knew a stroll could feel so normal?
As we walked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It was too quiet.
I had been thinking a lot lately, especially about those notes I found a couple of weeks back.
I’d kept them to myself, not wanting to worry anyone, especially not Xiera. Each day brought a new note, cryptic and unsettling.
They spoke of her, hinting at something dark. "The pond isn't her source. It's that runner." That runner. Did they mean me? A chill ran down my spine at the thought.
Ben broke the silence with one of his classic jokes. “Why don’t scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything!”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but it was good to hear his laughter. It reminded me that even in this hellhole, there were still moments of levity.
“Yeah, well, I don’t trust you either, Ben,” I shot back, smirking. “You’re one bad joke away from being thrown into the maze yourself.”
But the laughter faded as we continued through the maze. I felt that familiar dread creeping in, especially as we approached section four.
I hated that section. It was too close to the memories of Newt's fall, the pain of losing him still fresh in my mind.
I could feel my heart racing, and my breath quickened as we neared the walls that seemed to loom over us like a dark cloud.
Then, it happened—a loud, painful scream shattered the silence.
A runner. My instincts kicked in, and I sprinted towards the sound, Ben right beside me. I didn’t think about the consequences. I just ran. But as we turned the corner into section four, the sight that greeted us made my stomach drop.
Most of the runners were sprawled on the floor, some groaning in pain, others completely still.
My heart raced, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I lost it. The walls of section four felt like they were closing in, and the memories flooded back—Newt, the horror of that day.
