“Always,” Thomas would say.
Minho would find him some mornings, staring at the horizon. maze runner 123
He would wake with Chuck’s name stuck in his throat, or Newt’s letter burning a hole in his chest where his heart used to be. Teresa’s ghost stood at the edge of the treeline, silent, her eyes two gray stones. She never spoke. She didn’t have to. The Maze had already said everything. “Always,” Thomas would say
Thomas never stopped running.