The Boy With the Blonde Hair

I have to move on

The rest of the days in the Glade was torture without Thomas. I'd thought I heard him talking to me in my head. I also chatted a lot with Thalia and Skyler. Theresa was a little spooky.
But the nights were the worst. I would scream and huddle in the corner of the Homestead with Newt, just waiting for the Grievers. It was terrible, and it reminded me of that night when they took him. I eventually stopped talking to anyone, even Minho, and it hurt to shut everyone out.
I would spend my days in the Dead Heads aline, just trying to reach him in my head. I would pull back memories of us laughing, talking and just stuff. I would always end up crying.
Newt came over today and said we were having a funeral and that I had to speak without crying all over everyone. "That's impossible!" I exclaimed.
He smirked. "I didn't make up that rule." he got serious and held my hand. "please. I need you back with me. What happened to you?" He looked straight into my eyes. And I knew that he could see right through me. I had to tell him.
"Nothing. I'm fine." I lied. I don't know how long I can do this though. I just want to see him again. I put my face in my hands. "Just grieving for a lost friend. That's all." we walked to the Homestead for the funeral.
I got up on the podium and cleared my throat. "Well, uh hi. My name is Grace, most of you know me or have heard about me. I was a close friend of Thomas's." Oh god. The lump is back. My throat closed up. No, just keep talking. "He was a brave guy, with a big heart. He saved us by sacrificing himself. He was Ana amazing runner that found it things that we never had seen. I hope that when we get out of here, he will know that he helped us tremendously. To Thomas!" I stepped down and wiped my face.
I walked over and sat next to Newt and Minho. This was hard. But I will have to move on. I won't forget him though.

A/N: wooooooowwww this was deeepressing! Sorry if it sucks! Go check out my new fanfic called The Last Light. byeeeee🐷