"So when did you- you know- fall in love with her?" Thomas smirked, knowing he had him right where I wanted him, with his head in Fionaland.
"Woah," Newt defeated with his hands up, "What?"
"I may be slow to getting to know things around here, but...
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Thank god I didn't have any nightmares last night. No cold sweats and no searing pain in my arm that woke me up. I got lucky, that's all.
More irony, a person in my state of doom calling himself lucky
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"Thomas?" The first time she said my name was clouded. A mixture of a dream had once had and the reality of tomorrow.
We were the only two people I could see without a mask on. It should be nice to know that I'm immune, but while looking around, all I can think of is how all these people will inevitably die. I hadn't meant to brag about the betterment of my luck.
We have changed so much since she spoke my name as her first word when she woke up in the box. I took the carefully designed route, passing a hooded Gally leaning against a light post and Fiona sitting on a bench facing the opposite direction. If Teresa got wind of the trap or decided to flee, the dumbass duo would grab her.
"Thomas." I heard more clearly when she finally caught up to me.
She wasn't a memory, a dream or an echo in my brain. She was truly behind me.
I wonder if she assumed I'd be dead after all this time. Immune or not, this world did not lack creativity in causes of death.
"Hey, Teresa." I faced her. She looked good, aggravatingly good. Healthy, taken care of, and rested. A part of me wished the guilt had wrinkled her skin or made her bite her fingernails. Instead, they were manicured and her complexion spotless. WCKD had rewarded her with casual care that I had begun thinking of as luxuries.
I glanced behind her quickly, comparing the changes in her and Fiona in the past months. While Teresea flourished, Fiona was a stone being chipped away at. Stress had thinned her hair. Anyone else might not notice, but I remember how thick her braid was when it tied it back in the maproom. It was nearly half the size now. She was constantly pale due to all the blood she took from herself. And her walk was far more cautious.
