Thomas sat down next to Minho, eating their lunch in the Maze's many pathways.
Making casual conversation, Thomas sat upright with a jolt. Even though he'd grown used to Teresa's butting into his mind, it still shocked him when she did.
'Thomas. How's the running?' She asked telepathically.
'Good. I'm eating lunch with Minho.' He responded.
Her response shocked Thomas.
'I miss you when you run. I wish I could see you tonight.'
Thomas tried to respond, but all he could get out before losing his focus was
'I...you...me too.'
And after that, there was not a single feeling of her presence.
Thomas sat wondering. Did he have feelings for Teresa? He didn't know.
"Yo, slinthead. Time to get out of fantasyville. There'd a griever comin' this way." Minho snapped in Thomas's face.
"Alright. Chill." Thomas muttered. As they jogged away from the griever, Minho spoke to Thomas.
"What were you thinking about anyway? Chatting with Teresa again?" He laughed.
"Well yes, but..." Thomas trailed off,
"But what?"
"But I can't tell if. I have feelings for her."
Written by: Kara
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Trapped
ספרות חובביםTo most of the gladers that inhabit the mysterious maze, and their homethey call the glade, everyone knows everything. But some things are better off being trapped with them, that is... until the true limits of love and life are tested.
