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What was I supposed to do? They both needed my help, but I couldn't..I couldn't help them both.
"Y/n!!" They were both yelling as each griever pulled their legs. I was holding their hands, but if I didn't choose now, I'd lose them both.
Newt, my best friend of two years was looking the most frightened I've ever seen him. He held tight to my hand and I held him tighter. His body was bleeding slightly do to the bumpy ground.
Thomas, the boy who has been very kind since he arrived about two months ago. He also looks very scared, and is also holding on tightly as am I. His face was bloody, and his eyes were no longer full of joy like they always were.
The stupid grievers seem to know I have to make a choice or they'd have taken them already. The stupid creators are probably laughing at this frightening choice I have to make, mocking the way I look from one boy to the other.
I couldn't think clearly, I want to save them both, but can I?
"I'm sorry.." I muttered letting a tear run down my cheeks. I let go of Thomas and pulled Newt with both my hands. I heard Thomas's shrieks as the griever pulled him slowly. The one holding Newt let him go.
Newt embraced me, but I didn't have much time. I pushed him away and ran after the griever holding Thomas.
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The Maze Runner Imagines
FanfictionI've always loved writing, but I've always been horrible at making an entire story. Short imagines are definitely a great way of sharing my writing, and so that's why I do them! I absolutely love The Maze Runner trilogy. I hope you enjoy my imagine...
