#shakeoffthecobwebs

[wickxdisgood]

"Everything is so weird...."

[iperfermanreaction]

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" Ah!, who're you?, what--what are you doing here?, How did you get in here?! This is a no strangers zone! Is security not doing their jobs today?!"

[teresatheimmune-archive-blog]

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

texts from last night

[text; dad]: Oh my god.[text; dad]: I told you not to drink at the office party, Dad![text; dad]: Seriously, it’s like I can’t take you anywhere.[text; dad]: …[text; dad]: Pictures or it didn’t happen.

[betraythomas-blog]

they were kids that i once knew. | closed

Even as a ghost, all Teresa managed to do was feel blank. There was no reason to 'haunt' the former Gladers and fellow Immunes, so she didn't. Thomas wouldn't want to be burdened by her, no one would. She was the Betrayer, and that reputation reigned over all else. She was subject A1 whether she liked it or not, ghost or human.  The only perk of being in limbo between heaven and earth was Mark. It was nice to have someone, but Teresa was glad it was him. Even if they hadn't said a word, she felt utmost comfort just being near him. Being with Mark was like being home; something she'd never had. The second closest thing Teresa had to home was Thomas--- and Thomas didn't count. Not anymore.                                "I need to show you something."  And with that, her azure hues focus in on Mark. She can't help but show him the remains of the Glade, the remains of what she'd done. The guilt stuck all the same, ghost or human. And she needed to rid herself of it before it killed her.                                                                                                               Again.

[teresatheimmune-archive-blog]

Her light, silent steps guide her towards a familiar room, the darkness of the corridor not scaring her as much as it should. She knows she will be scolded if they ever find out she has left her room in the middle of the night, especially to talk to him, but she does not care at the moment. She needs him.

Her small, pale hand reaches for the door knob and she grins when she finds out the door is unlocked as always. She closes the door behind her, walks towards his bed and lightly shakes him in his sleep.

"--Mark? I had a nightmare.                    Can I sleep with you tonight?"