“You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we’re making a stand. Tonight we’re taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared."
When I realized I loved you it was not romantic Not flush with pink roses & wine but rather normal Rather standing in line at CVS clutching a four pack of peanut butter cups & cold medicine It was a quiet realization Like checking the weather I was currently standing in "Huh. It’s a bit warmer than I would have guessed.”
“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”
“I tried to kill myself in the Maze. Climbed halfway up one of those bloody walls and jumped right off. Alby found me and dragged me back to the Glade right before the Doors closed. I hated the place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all …your …fault!”
i. bittersweet ending you die. your body is eaten, maybe, you know they do that. you hope you disappear into the earth, hope that minho and tommy and all the others can come back one day to flowers where you fell. this is their new world. you try not to think of yourself as left behind.
ii. bungled suicide you didn’t die. the crack of your leg was the loudest noise you ever heard. you pretend you were knocked out before the impact, that the sound doesn’t haunt your dreams. you pretend your leg healed improperly but your mind healed completely. no one believes you. you don’t believe you.
iii. deadpan snarker you always enjoyed the way minho’s lips twisted when he joked with you. you tried to follow that, learned your own way of sharp words and biting insults. laughing came later. you learned how to cover up sadness, wondered if minho was doing the same, never asked.
iv. fighting from the inside you caught the flare. the feeling was familiar, your brain spiraling away from you. how do you control a free-falling disaster? more jokes, more smiles, no one believes you.
v. the heart you find your body tattooed with “the glue.” you don’t know how to live up to this. you smile, you joke. everyone believes you, you don’t believe you, your heart hurts.
"Newt put his hands against the cool metal of the wall to steady himself as the lift jolted to life. His name, Newt, floated in his thoughts.
But it didn't feel right. It felt wrong. Like someone had broken into his mind and spray-painted it there, a scribble of graffiti. Newt wasn't his real name. Someone had stolen his real name from him. Like everything else. Everything. What made him...him.
Tears leaked from his eyes as he squeezed them shut trying to picture his mom or his dad or his sister. His best friend. His dog. Empty faces stared back, their eyes and noses and mouths scribbled from existence. Newt screamed, then stared upward. Waiting."
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