Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Hope was a deceiving subject.

People always associate hope with good. That hope was constantly in the air. That you should never lose hope.

Hope was supposedly the key to life, if you have hope, then everything will be fine. If you have hope, then you have a goal.

But the goal was to escape. The hope was to escape the maze, to not do this. To not cross a desert and die if you're not so lucky.

In some ways, hope was a lot like luck. Both were associated with a certain kind of happiness, the kind that slowly blossoms in your stomach, at first making you feel weird. As it grows, it plants a smile on your face and make you jump around in such a whirlwind of joy.

But how did hope and luck play factors? Ever since the day Alby stepped foot into the Glade, hope twinkled like a star in his heart. He knew he could get out, he knew what had to be done. All that was left was doing it. It was difficult at first, but he took that leap and felt cool stone on the ball of his heel. He ran the maze. Over time, he did start to lose hope, but the ball sparked right back up when a young man named George came up. As hope was restored, the two ran the maze. Until the day George died from a griever. Hope was lost. Hope was again regained as the months ticked away on the calendar and more and more young boys longing for freedom came, delivered through the box.

The box was a pure stroke of luck. The box fueled Alby to survive the long days on his own. It comforted him when he needed a shoulder to cry on. The box was always there for him, and he was lucky that he had it.

Hope was gone when Minho came back from running on an ordinary day. He was sweating just like usual, huffing and puffing. But what broke the record that had been happening for two years now was that he didn't bother to go to the map room. He went straight to the Glade's leader.

There was no way out of the maze. He had run every crook and cranny, saw every inch of stone that was to be seen. There was nothing to do anymore. The hope that spawned so ferociously in Alby's heart snapped clean in two.

Then Minho had an idea. What if they didn't tell the gladers and just kept on searching? Their hope would still be there, and everything would keep on running smoothly in the Glade.

Now, all they needed was luck. Maybe the maze did have an exit? But as the years ticked on, nothing changed, and the gladers were catching on.

"The Maze is gigantic, bigger then anything you'd ever imagine." Minho always said as he came back from his day, sounding like a broken record not before long.

Then, everything changed. A girl came up. She seemed smarter then everyone, even him. She knew how to think. Alby needed her, she was his best glader. The girl needed him, too. She needed stability, and he was the key to everything.

Charlotte was Alby's beacon of hope.

As the days turned into weeks, Charlotte soon became a symbol of hope for the fellow gladers, but certainly not for all. Alby always knew Gally was wrong about her. He believed that she could find a way out, free them all from this hell hole that he can't leave, that he hasn't left for three years.

That's why he sacrificed himself for Charlotte. In the depths of his heart he knew that she could be the key to everything, the key to hope. Maybe she wouldn't save the gladers all by herself, but she would give them hope, even when it wasn't needed. He threw himself in front of that griever because he didn't just believe, he knew that Charlotte was a gift to them, and he wouldn't just let her go.

He wouldn't let his Glade fall to ashes, because that beacon of hope was all that he had.

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Hey guys! I just wanted to add this little part in right away so you guys wouldn't be waiting two days for a really short part so here ya go hope ya enjoy!