~Prolouge~

Thomas and the other gladers just arrived at their new destination, their so called paradise. Thomas still being anxious about the death of his friend, Newt. Memories and thoughts chasing him he just wants nothing more than living happily. But there is this one thing, reminding him of everything, constantly: Minho. His one and last friend, he wants to hold dear, but the guilt is killing him, whenever he looks into his eyes. Plus there is this one feeling, he just can't understand...

//Taking place just after the end of The Death Cure.
My first English fanfiction, so please be patient with me <3 I'm german, so it could (possibly) be, that there are some grammar mistakes ;_;