☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ At some point, Kennedy fell asleep. It grew quiet amongst their group of gladers and, as the sun fell beneath the moon, it was the most peaceful it had been for them in years.
It was calm.
No grievers shrieks, no petty arguments, no boys being sent into the maze as punishment. There were no greenies running beyond the walls and sacrificing themselves for other gladers, and wasn't a stream of chatter from Chuck. The last one wasn't so positive, and Kennedy actually missed the kid chatting her ears off — maybe he prevented her from going to sleep on those nights, but Ken adored him way too much to care. Without him, it was strange; silent. She had never known it to be so quiet when falling asleep. Kennedy had gotten used to the noise. It stopped being so bothersome, after they had adjusted. Right now, it was all the quiet that felt unwelcoming.
She had dreamt, while she was out.
Weird dreams, too.
Strange colours of cyan and teal, everything hygienically blue, a world that felt sterilised, cleanly.
For a while she was smaller, looking up at adults with no features to their faces. It was like she couldn't remember who they were but she remembered them existing, she remembered feeling small. She could see other kids her height, some taller. They were all in a very large room, with tall windows, and screens with writing — most of which had big words that she wasn't quite old enough to read. The kids all looked confused and scared, and she felt the same very fear in the low pits of her stomach.
