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Teresa
did
n't
respond
,
only
nodded
,
her
eyes
cast
to
the
ground
.
Thomas
hugged
Chuck
to
his
chest
,
squeezed
him
as
tightly
as
possible
,
as
if
that
could
somehow
bring
him
back
,
or
show
thanks
for
saving
his
life
,
for
being
his
friend
when
no
one
else
would
.
Thomas
cried
,
wept
like
he
'd
never
wept
before
.
His
great
,
racking
sobs
echoed
through
the
chamber
like
the
sounds
of
tortured
pain
.
He
finally
pulled
it
all
back
into
his
heart
,
sucking
in
the
painful
tide
of
his
misery
.
In
the
Glade
,
Chuck
had
become
a
symbol
for
him
--
a
beacon
that
somehow
they
could
make
everything
right
again
in
the
world
.
Sleep
in
beds
.
Get
kissed
goodnight
.
Have
bacon
and
eggs
for
breakfast
,
go
to
a
real
school
.
Be
happy
.
But
now
Chuck
was
gone
.
And
his
limp
body
,
to
which
Thomas
still
clung
,
seemed
a
cold
talisman
--
that
not
only
would
those
dreams
of
a
hopeful
future
never
come
to
pass
,
but
that
life
had
never
been
that
way
in
the
first
place
.
That
even
in
escape
,
dreary
days
lay
ahead
.
A
life
of
sorrow
.
His
returning
memories
were
sketchy
at
best
.
But
not
much
good
floated
in
the
muck
.
Thomas
reeled
in
the
pain
,
locked
it
somewhere
deep
inside
him
.
He
did
it
for
Teresa
.
For
Newt
and
Minho
.
Whatever
darkness
awaited
them
,
they
'd
be
together
,
and
that
was
all
that
mattered
right
then
.
He
let
go
of
Chuck
,
slumped
backward
,
trying
not
to
look
at
the
boy
's
shirt
,
black
with
blood
.
He
wiped
the
tears
from
his
cheeks
,
rubbed
his
eyes
,
thinking
he
should
be
embarrassed
but
not
feeling
that
way
.
Finally
,
he
looked
up
.
Looked
up
at
Teresa
and
her
enormous
blue
eyes
,
heavy
with
sadness
--
just
as
much
for
him
as
for
Chuck
,
he
was
sure
of
it
.
She
reached
down
,
grabbed
his
hand
,
helped
him
stand
.
Once
he
was
up
,
she
did
n't
let
go
,
and
neither
did
he
.
He
squeezed
,
tried
to
say
what
he
felt
by
doing
so
.
No
one
else
said
a
word
,
most
of
them
staring
at
Chuck
's
body
without
expression
,
as
if
they
'd
moved
far
beyond
feeling
.
No
one
looked
at
Gally
,
breathing
but
still
.
The
woman
from
WICKED
broke
the
silence
.
