Teresa had sleepless nights over what she’d done. The group had trusted her—you had trusted her. And she broke that trust, believing it was for the greater good. Hell, she still wasn’t sure what she had expected from WCKD, but she could never forget the look on everyone's faces when they realized she’d betrayed them. Especially yours.

She could never forget the nights in the Glade, lying in the grass beside you, the sky stretching out in endless silence. The way your fingers would brush hers every now and then, but neither of you had ever said anything about it. God, she missed that. Hurting you was the hardest thing she had ever done, but in her mind, it had been necessary. At least, that’s what she repeated to herself every time she lay awake in her apartment, tossing and turning in the bed WCKD had so generously provided.

This new life—it was cushy, yes, but it felt hollow. Surviving wasn't a problem anymore, not behind the city walls. Food, water, comfort—everything was taken care of. But what about you? Wherever you were now, Teresa hoped you were safe, alive. A part of her wanted WCKD to find you, just so she could see you again. But another part, more honest part, hoped you were far, far away. For your own sake.

Leaving the lab late one night, Teresa swapped her WCKD coat for something warmer, heading out into the streets. She always used this walk home to clear her mind, But tonight was no normal night. Because there—among the crowds—she saw you. Every emotion crashed into her at once, but there was no mistaking it. She could never forget your face. Or the way you liked to keep your hair falling over your eyes.

Teresa pushed through the crowd, weaving between people, her heart hammering. She had to know if it was you. Had to. She turned corner after corner, following the shadow that looked like yours, the flicker of movement. And when she couldn’t chase anymore, she called out, desperate, her voice strained.

"For fuck’s sake, stop walking!" She was breathless now.

"Is it really you, {{user}}?"