"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"

-Dr. Seuss

A/N: Since the time I've published this story has been kind of difficult to create a whole plot to the ending. First, characters (for me) represent a different person that can talk, think, and act by him or herself. Characters do live their lives; Thomas during his whole lifetime has suffered things no human being has to see and experience. And continuing with it seems not fair. And it makes me feel bad for him. But at the end of this fic his problems will reflect no problem at all.

WICKED is good.

Thomas was sit down in the edge of the cliff named by the new Gladers 'DEEP' because it was a 68 meters fall with gorgeous waves from the ocean that crashed with jagged rocks; totally a good ending. But that wasn't the fact for its name no, it makes you be deep in thought.

He face himself fall, broke his entire skeleton, and drunk in the turbulent waters. '152'

'What?' Minho asks him sitting beside him. 'Thomas, what…'

'I've thought of suicide in this cliff 152 times in less than 36 days 9 hours and 23 minutes since you know' he looked so tire and depressed Minho was one of the few people who have seen Thomas almost die, this was worst.

'I can't' silence filled the atmosphere for minutes or it had been hours? Minho could not tell, then Thomas broke the silence 'I can't since the last fight I've led all the responsibilities to you, I've been thinking about myself just my benefit; I want Teresa back, Brenda, Chuck, you, and …' He starts to cry.

'This is my entire fault, I created the Maze, I create hurt in everyone, I kill' Thomas says within sobs.

'No you don't' Minho said 'You had no options on creating that bloody Maze, you create hope for people, and you saved my life. You bloody save my burning butt.'

'Not to mention that you risk your own life to save Teresa.'

'What if you don't know the entire story; every event in our journey to Paradise' he took a pause 'What if I had done something terrible that I didn't want to? Do you still trust me?'

'Thomas,' Minho start at his dark eyes 'you'd done something and you did it for a reason. Sometimes it's necessary to take a glance to the past whisper goodbye and live on'

Thomas gazed Minho for a while a little smile cracked in his face then he turn. 'Thomas! Minho!' A guy was running toward them, Axel one of the Immunes trapped in the Maze while Thomas and his friends were in Denver escaping from WICKED.

When he gets to the cliff were Thomas and Minho were, takes time for breathe putting his hands on his knees then says 'She woke up'

Linealinealinealinea

Thomas and Minho stood out of the cabin door, Thomas looked at Minho his face a pool of feelings. Minho could tell he was anxious and scared. 'It will be okay'

Thomas nodded and opens the door. And his eyes, his eyes had change in fraction of seconds. Something was broken when he saw Teresa hugging her knees with her hands shivering she looked completely scared.

Thomas sits down in the corner of her big bed. 'Teresa?' he whispers. Teresa looks right into his eyes for some seconds then asks 'Who are you and how do you know my name?'

Something wasn't quite okay. And Thomas felt how his heart stopped beating when she said those words 'who are you'

His eyes held tears 'Teresa what's happening?'

'Who are you?' she simply replies

'You don't know me?'

'No, but you seem kind of… familiar but' she stares at him 'I cannot tell anything else'

'What's your name? And where are we? ' she asks

Thomas sighs really deep and forces himself to talk 'I'm Thomas, you are in Paradise'

Thomas ran out there, he didn't want to see her, to talk to her, to remember her body was trapped in that huge rock. She was no longer his Teresa. So he started to cry, until his head hurt and his eyes were empty of tears, and fell to an endless dream.

He is nine-years-old, he was putting together a 5000 pieces puzzle. He didn't know what the image will reveal. 5 pieces rested from the puzzle and the image was unknown. He finished, seconds later an image started to build up, horrible. Corpses of people with pools of blood round them lay in the streets of a city. And zombie-like people were kneeling beside each corpse eating their interiors. Nine-years-old Thomas screamed out loud, it seem like the zombies could heard him and start to walk over to him.

So yeah, this is chapter two hope you enjoyed it! If you don't then, good that. I want to thank Aaaaah (A fan) who reviewed in the first chapter. This is for you! You'd make me feel special, feel that someone likes what I do it's just too AWESOME!

Thanks for reading!,

Stay awesome bros (hahaha I sound just like Pewdiepie) see ya'll in the next chapter!