(NOTE: CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)
In which Teresa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box...
*This is a NewtxOC fanfic*
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Emma wakes up in a dark box, starting her new life with only memories of her name and a boy named Thomas...
the g...
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Are you still a mind reader?
A natural scene-stealer
I've heard great things, Peter
But life was always easier on you
Then it was on me
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Being in the midst of a storm means bracing yourself for every brutal gust, the weight of rain that soaks you to the bone, and the uncertainty of when it might end. You cling to any sign of a break in the clouds, a glimmer of hope that promises respite, even for a moment. But sometimes, when that glimmer comes, it's not what you expected. It arrives with consequences you hadn't imagined, changing everything you thought you knew. The relief is tinged with something else, something colder, unfamiliar...
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That's exactly how Emma felt as she stood in the doorway, watching Alby. He was awake, finally, his figure hunched over at the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The sight should have relieved her after the long hours of worry and exhaustion. But something about the way he sat there, silent and withdrawn, filled her with a kind of dread instead.
This wasn't the Alby she was used to seeing. He looked smaller somehow, his usual strength overshadowed by what had happened to him inside that maze. The Alby she saw now wasn't the same as the one she remembered. His eyes held a distant, haunted look like he was staring into a place they couldn't follow. She was glad, so relieved, he was awake, but everything felt different now like the storm had passed only to reveal a landscape she no longer recognized.
Despite his new appearance, at least he was back with them, no longer trapped in that unreachable place, but the strength he once carried seemed fractured, and it left her feeling unsteady.
The room felt thick with tension, everyone on edge as they watched Alby, hoping for a sign that he was truly back with them.
Minho stood beside Emma, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a rare look of uncertainty. His eyes were wide, hands clenched into tight fists as he watched Alby in silence, torn between reaching out or just staying back.
Teresa leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her expression unreadable, though her gaze shifted from Alby to the others. She didn't know Alby well enough to fully understand the weight of the moment, but she could feel its significance, sensing that everything happening here mattered deeply to those around her.
Thomas stood near Clint, hands tucked into his pockets as if he didn't quite know what to do with them, his expression a careful mix of relief and worry. He was glad the serum had worked, at least to some degree; Alby looked better than he had a day ago, and the immediate danger seemingly passed.
