thomas knew he screwed up when he ran into the maze; but the need to get out of the glade was almost infuriating to him. he couldn’t stand being stuck here. and when he went against policy ; you couldn’t help BUT agree with what gally was saying. maybe thomas was sent to the glade for something.

when some girl called teresa whispered thomas’ name in the box, it made things different between you two. almost odd.

you were sat in the council meeting hut, eating bread as thomas was stood next to minho; telling the gladers he might’ve found a way out. gally was convinced it was a death trap, and newt looked stuck. when the room was clear, and the remaining people were you, and thomas, he stared at you.

“you believe me, right?” “sure,” you shrug. “you don’t, do you?” he scoffed, walking closer to you. when you didn’t speak, he sighed and spoke again; “come with us.” “no.” “damn....you.. you don't even want to— like, think about it?” his voice was quiet, and his face unreadable.