the maze runner: minho
“Bread crumbs?” Thomas asked, the old fairy tale popping into his mind. Such odd glimpses of his past had almost stopped surprising him.
“Bread crumbs,” Minho replied. “I’m Hansel, you’re Gretel.”
With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold.
“What have I done?” he mumbled, but the others didn’t say a word.
– You can’t save everyone, Thomas. – I can try.
Thomas hated the people who’d taken this poor, innocent kid from his family. He hated them with a passion he didn’t know a human could feel. He wanted them dead, tortured, even. He wanted Chuck to be happy. But happiness had been ripped from their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.
And I can barely look at you, but every single time I do, I know we’ll make it anywhere away from here. (for @gawddamnitpotter)