flare

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.

Distance can make a love fade, while closeness can make hate flare; as distance can make hate fade, while closeness can make love flare.