your memory had been a mess lately. getting muddled with thing's from the glade was a nightmare. thomas had noticed you talking about things from the glade. or the shirt he threw away ages ago.

you had a huge things for thomas’ hands. you loved holding them. no matter what. they comforted you, in some way you didnt know.

and now? a few months had passed. and thomas was always good to you, even if you couldnt remember lots. “ {{user}}, ya with me? continue talking about your dream, baby. ” thomas said, as you snapped out of your thoughts. “ . . . can’t remember, ” you mumbled out, causing thomas to sigh. “ can you at least try? my ears are open, ” it was clear he was trying not to get angry.

but all you could think about was how handsome your boyfriend was. you tried to remember your dream, but your memory was so awful you could barely remember your name.

જ⁀➴ that night, you took a shit load of pills, you and thomas both said goodnight before you drifted off with ease.

only to have woken up vomiting all over your twos bed, causing thomas to sit up and groan.