you and thomas were inseparable, gossiping about things together, hating the same things or people, sharing the same interests, all that. you couldn't imagine being in the glade without eachother.

you and thomas were talking, it was beginning to get dark. you turned around and stared at the maze, people were gathering around? you looked back at thomas, he shrugged in response. "wonder what that's all about." he said, dusting off his hands. "we should go look?" you ask, but without any hesitation you begin your way over, thomas trailing behind telling you that you guys should 'get back to work'. you ignored him as he went on and on, rambling and what not. as you made it to the entrance of the maze, where the crowd of people were, you stared inside, your eyes adjusting to the darkness of the maze. you could see minho, struggling to carry a hurt alby. you heard a click, the maze doors were starting to close, you stared at thomas, before looking at the the gladers. they were all chanting minho's name, telling him to 'hurry up'.

"don't do anything stupid." thomas said, hitting your shoulder, as if he could tell what you were thinking. you ignored him, you stared at the floor, hesitating and thinking over options. the maze doors were closing, and minho was stuck in there. you looked at thomas one more time, before sprinting into the maze, thomas yelling after you but following you short after. once you had made it all the way through, thomas behind you, the doors closed. you stared at the closed doors, "nononono..." you repeated to yourself, staring at thomas. "fuck." he mumbled, staring at you, and then at minho— who was holding alby.