It’s a cold, dark night, thunders are stroking and lightings are flashing, a heavy rain is falling and Thomas felt as if the weather carried his grieve too.
There’s a room, not a big one, more like an attic, all empty but a little couch in the middle with a small table next to it, on the tiny table a picture. It’s too dark, but you can almost see the sharp face and the long hair in it.
“Two years"it was his first thought, "two years and it stills hurting like it happened yesterday” almost instantly you can see rage flashing his face but at the second tears came back following their path down his cheeks and a whispered name came out his still lips “Teresa”.
Suddendly a real strong lightning iluminated everything and in his eyes was reflected a mess of uncontained feelings he had to deal with, grieve, rage, pain, guilt, regret,… But deep inside, maybe even him hasnt notice it yet, there it was, a pure, sincere feel of love.
As the hours passed he dozed off, in a cold sweaty sleep, tears still on his face, wetting the fabric of the couch, in his dreams he seemed troubled, he can still recall the last time he saw her. After he and the others run toward the exit to make it to a better place he stood there, froze, assimilating every bit of it, remembering where she was. The time passed and everyone left sooner or later. He was still in denial, and everything he could think of was her, and it hasnt changed. Before leaving he wanted to see her again and give a better goodbye, he with other runners and fellows of the maze began to lift stones and walls, and when they saw a hand, a perfect hand they rose the wall and thanks for a column there she was, just as he remembered her, he runned towards her and hugged her lifeless body as pain tears runned uncontrolably on his face, after that only a blurred