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"Gears!" Newt sounded desperate, his voice horrified, like we all were. I cried and cried. No way were they going to survive. "Let's go, hopefully we'll see them in the morning." Gally said grimly.
Chuck approached me and tugged on my shirt. "She'll come back, won't she?"
She will. I thought desperately but firmly. "It's Gears, Thomas and Minho, they'll come."
Rhys held me tight as we both walked back to the hammocks. I looked back and saw Newt, his head resting on the Wall.
She'll come back, she always does.
"NO!" I screamed. "GEARS!" I started to cry, breaking down, slumping on the Maze doors, screaming and screaming. Rhys came over with a shocked and pale expression and comforted me. "It's Gears, Goldie, it'll be alright." But he sounded skeptical. I cried into his shoulder. For Minho, for Thomas. All three of them.
I looked back at the Maze walls, confused. "What?" I woke up Thomas. "Thomas, hey." "What?" He asked, groggy.
"Can you go che-" Another scream and Thomas bolted off his hammock, running towards the Maze. Worriedly, I bit my nails and I saw Rhys's figure running out of the woods. What was he doing in the woods? He must've heard it too. I tossed Thomas his pack before he ran in the maze with Rhys.
I felt a little disappointed that Rhys didn't kiss me like Newt did to Gears, relieved that he rushed in the Maze, and nervous if gears was alright.
I smirked at Newt before he left and laughed. Then I remembered Rhys. I stood from the grass and ran to my hammock. Where was he?
I sensed a few voices in my sleep, and I curled in the hammock. "Wait!" I jerked up, scrambling out. Crap, where's the food? The runner's needed their apples. I tossed each one to them, hugging Gears goodbye and they were off. When they left, I stared at the open doors of the maze for quite a while.
It was as if Rhys and I fit perfectly together. His lips moved in sync with mine and all I could feel were blissful sensations, the night glaring down at us, crickets, and the crackling sound of torches and fire. My face felt like it was on fire.
"Rhys?" I murmured.
"Yes, Goldie?"
"I love you."
"I love you more."
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