LIMERENCE ﹐ the maze runner.

16

That night, Thomas wondered if Clara was watching the stars, as she usually did.

He figured that he might as well go sit with her for a while, he wasn't easily going to fall asleep with the haunted image of Ben in his head.

Thomas walked to Clara's usual star-gazing spot, and was not surprised when he saw Clara sitting there, a thin blanket wrapped around her.

"Hey,"he said, and sat next to her. "Are you okay?"

She looked at him. "Are you?"

"No,"he admitted.

"Yeah, neither am I,"Clara replied. "We weren't even friends, but he was still a person, a teenager, and he didn't deserve that."

Thomas nodded in agreement.

Clara felt herself smile weakly, and she realized that Thomas had been making her smile a lot lately.

"Thomas, do you think we're gonna be okay?"she asked him.

He nodded. "I'm sure. Things can't be bad here all the time, something good will happen."

"Maybe something good already has happened,"Clara said.

"Oh, really? And what is that?"he asked her.

"You. Coming up to the Glade,"she answered.

"All I've caused is bullshit for you guys,"Thomas argued.

"You really believe Alby?"Clara asked. "There were bad things happening in the Glade before."

"So, you're actually happy that I'm here?"Thomas asked.

Clara nodded, and said,"Yeah. I am."

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The next morning, Clara joined Newt, Thomas and Chuck for breakfast at a picnic table right outside the Kitchen when a large group of Gladers got up and ran toward the West Door, talking amongst each other.

"What's going on?"Thomas asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I'd also like to know,"Clara said.

Newt shrugged. "Just seein' off Minho and Alby - they're going to look at the buggin' dead Griever."

"Hey,"Chuck said, a small piece of bacon flying out of his mouth "I've got a question about that."

"Yeah, Chuckie? And what's your bloody question?"

"Well, they found a dead Griever, right?"Chuck began.

"Yeah,"Newt said. "Thanks for that bit of news."

"Well, then who killed the bloody thing?"

No answer came.

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Work at the Med-house was anything but ordinary.

The girl kept saying all kinds of weird things.

As hard as Archie tried to feed her, but she was eating less and less every time.

"Have you heard anything 'bout Minho and Alby?"Archie asked.

Clara furrowed her eyebrows. "What about Minho and Alby?"