Thomas' POV

Our new home is beautiful. Paradise. That's what we call it. The younger kids spend their time on the beach and in the ocean, overseen by Gally, who is surprisingly good with little kids, Sonya, and Jennifer. Minho, Brenda, Jorge, Harriet, Daniel, and Clover form our "council," The rest of us contribute to our society. We build shelters, cook wild animals and plants, gather (hopefully) edible berries, nuts, and roots, and hunt the wild rabbits, turkeys, and occasionally deer that roam in the woods. Katie, who used to be a teacher, teaches the kids basic math, reading, history, and science for a few hours a day. 

But, me being me, and I just have to be strange have my favorite place. And its the same as it was in the Glade. The Graveyard. No one's died in the few weeks we've been here, and we obviously don't have the bodies, but we have made little monuments for each of our friends that died escaping the maze, the Scorch, WICKED. All of them. The others think its depressing that there are so many, but I like it here. I don't know why; just like I can't explain how I could talk to Teresa and Aris telepathically. I just look at the names carved into crosses in the ground. Alby, Zart, Adam, Chuck, Frankie, Winston, Jack, Newt, even Ben. Harriet and Sonya made ones for the girls from Group B who died. Aris buried a single white wildflower with Rachel's. I even convinced Minho to make on for Teresa. I go there everyday. To the Graveyard. Look at every cross. Every friend we lost. That could have been saved. 

I think about how I shouldn't have let Chuck do that. How, somehow, we could have saved Frankie and Winston. How we should have carried Jack to the building with us. How I shouldn't have let them banish Ben. That I shouldn't have done that to Newt. How Teresa shouldn't have done that for someone like me. I always cry. I'll never stop. I will always come to the graveyard. At Dusk everyday when the sunlight perfectly hits the direct center of the circle the monuments form. Where I always bury something for my friends in the light. A white acorn, a smooth pebble from the ocean, a piece of driftwood, and tonight, a perfect sand dollar Cathryn gave me that she found in the ocean.

As I scoop the soft earth back over the round, white surface, I look at the names on the crosses. I skim over the name of every fallen comrade, Brenda and I are very happy. Minho, Frypan, and Aris have all met girls they fancy, (Brenda and I have silently called that Minho will get together with Harriet.) Sonya is married to her work but I have seen more than one guy staring at her. Gosh, I sound like Brenda. We have all found happiness again, but there will always be a missing part of all of us. But it has filled slightly. Because of the second graveyard. 

Hoped you liked it and look out for nargles, muggles.