I swear to you guys that I cried more reading the Fever Code, than reading page 250 of the Death Cure. Because seeing all those who in the following three books are dead; to see them there, running away from the rooms with Teresa and Thomas, joking and making plans for the future; to propose strange theories about what they would do with W.C.K.D; all this made me die another time, because, apparently, I had not finished all tears after the death of Alby, and my heart was still whole, although I thought I had been pulverized with the death of Chuck, and apparently a person can suffer more than that, because I still had pain to spend with the death of Newt, and I still had a life left, even though I thought I had finished with the death of Teresa; but I was wrong, about everything, a person never ceases to feel pain, because I am living it all the time, while I scroll through the pages of the Fever Code, and if I could stop reading it, so as to put an end to this torture, but I can not do even that, because James Dashner is really too good to write, indeed, I would say that he gave me the keys to open the door to a world outside of reality; so I can not stop reading it, because I know that I would miss them all terribly, because I could not live a life without spit that when I close the book, I am in front of me all: Newt, Thomas, Teresa, Alby, Minho, Chuck, Frypan, Ben, Brenda, Jorge, Ava, Janson, Gally, and yes, you too, Gervaso, who stole my nose… I miss you guys; this post is for you, who have accompanied me for I don’t know how long, dying for Thomas, but in a way also for us readers: thanks Teresa, Newt, Alby, Chuck, Winston, and yes, why not? Also to you Ava, because after all W.C.K.D is good.
