ACT III SCENE LI
ATALANTA
"There is no pain so great,
as the memory of joy in present grief."
THE complete blank space surrounding Cassandra was both restrictive and expansive at the same time. It played with her spatial awareness, making her think that the room stretched on forever all around her. Somehow, it reminded her of the Scorch; except for the stark difference that she was trapped with nowhere to go. Her mind buzzed with everything and nothing at once, neurons firing and tangling together at the same time to create a web of chaos.
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Minho ) The gods play their games; mortals pay their price. ( the maze runner ) • 2020 ( editing )