#theteresanet

[munies-moved]

maze runner rates yo

mbf moi send me your favourite tmr quote or tmr blog ( i need more to follow ) reblog & share yo doing these all day

years in the glade: one - two - three subject #:  job: builder - cook - trackhoe - medjack - runner - slicer - slopper - keeper ally: alby - ben - chuck - gally - minho - newt - teresa - thomas status: immune - crank overall: (aka you're outcome in the trials)

rate: /10 comment:

[munies-moved]

title: flowers don’t you forget all that remains

post series fic i really hope this falls under a read more

They head out on a sunny day. Really it’s no different than any other day in paradise. The occasional cloud lazily drifts across the clear blue sky. Munies are out and about basking in the warm weather. Some are at work, tending to their various jobs tho non seem to be in a rush. Others seen to be simply laying about, taking comfort in the relaxing and encompassing breeze. It’s been warming up lately, each day progressively hotter than the last.

Whatever enjoyment others are taking in from the sun’s rays, Thomas just can’t seem to find it. To him there’s no warmth or comfort, only an ominous presence in the air and a tight feeling in his chest. For all that he’s in a melancholic mood, he’s used to it. That’s just how he’s been since they arrived at paradise. He idly wonders if Minho feels the same way, but the older boy has been busy meeting with Harriet and Sonya all day, so he has no time to ask.

Though if he’s honest, it’s not a topic he’s sure he would know how to bring up. The two boys are close, shared life and death experiences will do that to people. But there are still topics Thomas would rather keep to himself, and he’s sure Minho feels the same.

So it is, Thomas finds himself sitting under the shade of a big tree farther inland while most other are closer to the water and open skies. Brenda is by his side, holding his hand in her lap while she rubs circles on the back of his hand in a soothing motion. Her presence is welcomed where everything else is off putting. She doesn’t pressure him into a false sense of happiness, instead she’s willing to sit with him until his moods passes.

"Do you want to go visit them?" She breaks the silence. Thomas catches her turning to look at him in his peripheral vision, but remains staring ahead, thoughts list somewhere in the distant.

Them. He hasn’t visited them in….

How long has it been? Thomas honestly can’t remember. Timekeeping in paradise is shoddy at best. No ones even sure how long they’ve been here, there were so many days lost and forgotten, or simply merged into one another during those first few days of confusion. One of the group b girls put in an estimate at coming up on a year a week or so back…

…

Had it been a year already? This gets him frowning and thinking about the past. He’s been doing all he can to forget about the past, he hasn’t realized how much time just had gone by.

"C’mon lets go," Brenda decided, standing up and pulling on his hand, encouraging him to follow suit. She walks them over to one of the larger tool sheds, still holding his hand, and Thomas lets her. Some days he just need it.

She lets go just outside the door. Disappearing inside only for a minute or so, she reappears with a watering can and pair of clippers moments later. Handing the can to Thomas, which he realizes is half full, she grabs his free hand and they set off.

They head for a secluded part of the island. It’s a bit of a walk, 15 minutes, longer than anywhere else in their small community. They follow the barely used narrow trail, walking single file due to the vegetation on either side. Most people don’t come out this way, most have no reason to. Only those from the trials…

The trail opens up finally, into and overgrown clearing littered with rows upon rows of wooden crossed. Each for a boy or girl who died in the trials, their names roughly etched into the wood. There’s little room between each row, with only just enough space to sit in between. It doesn’t matter though, there’s no bodies buried under there anyways.

The sight knocks the air from his lungs, and Thomas struggles to regain it. He gripped Brenda’s hand as he levels his breathing, and together they make their way forward.

Teresa’s grave is first. It’s always first: the first one he assembled and the first one he always visit. It’s the one in front of all the rest, a leader in her own right in the fight for the greater good. They settle down in front of her grave and get to work.

Brenda cuts away any stray weeds and deadheads from the flowers growing at the base of the cross. When she’s done Thomas waters. The flowers are all wilting from the steady heat and neglect.

Even when he stops watering, rationing it off, he simply sits and stares for a few minutes, his last memory of the brilliant girl playing in his mind

'I only ever cared for…' What? Part of him thinks he know the answer and it scares him, but the other half doesn't want to know, doesn't want to follow that thought down a long trail of what if's and unhappy, impossible endings.

"What was she like? Really like?" Brenda asks, breaking him out of his daze. He turns his gaze towards the girl beside him, and he can’t help but note the similarities between another girl, frozen in the past.

"Strong, brave, intelligent, beautiful," spring into his mind, "And so selfless." He’s not sure which girl he’s talking about anymore. The two are both so similar yet are each incredible in their own right, and wear it with pride. Turning back to her grave market, Thomas reaches out and his fingers ghost over her name.

"You… You would have liked her," he declares, standing up.

Brenda follows suit. “Yeah, I think I would have.”

The move on, taking care of the flowers at each cross. The flowers are all that remain of the friends they lost to the trials. Of friendships they had, and the friendships that could never be, and ones that should have been.

Thomas will be damned if he ever lets them fade away.

[killingorder]

did ya miss ma face

[geyserpearl]

guys so sorry for being late we chose the members we just need to post it!! tomorrow i promise :)

[wickedisgood]

Have you chosen the members yet?

no, we were meant to but mimi said she was busy so she couldn't get online. your best bet of finding out when we'll be able to choose though is by asking her instead! 

[wickedisgood]

have u chosen theteresanet members yet??

Nope, we're choosing today I think! 

[geyserpearl]

Any news on your teresa network??? :)

hopefully, we'll choose the members on wednesday!

psssst there's still time to join! x

[geyserpearl]

im 17 away from my first thousand??!!???!