I wondered how many gladers promised their friends, partners, and loved ones to take them to safe haven yet ended up becoming cranks, losing their loved ones, or even themselves trying to fight through..
Great. I am now in tears.
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I wondered how many gladers promised their friends, partners, and loved ones to take them to safe haven yet ended up becoming cranks, losing their loved ones, or even themselves trying to fight through..
Great. I am now in tears.
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.
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