☆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...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Her top was itchy.
It wasn't as worn as her old one — which, she wanted back. As soon as they had showered, new clothes had been waiting. They'd said their old ones were done with; trash, essentially. Kennedy did suppose her clothes were trash, but they were hers.
They had been, for almost three years.
Perhaps they were battered and aged, and slightly too small, and maybe they were fraying at the seams and ready to totally fall apart.
But, in spite of all the holes and shreds, and the bloodstains, she liked them. They had belonged to her and they were loads comfier than what she wore now: a long-sleeved, baby blue top with three buttons by the collar. She had opted to have them undone, letting her neck have more space to avoid the itchy, stitched hem. It was a tad too big, swamping her slightly. They had offered to find her an alternative, something smaller, but she declined. As scratchy as the top felt, it was very similar to Thomas'. In fact, they were all in the various shades of blue. Kennedy liked feeling like they matched; it showed a sense of unity, that they were all together. They were the group of gladers that escaped the maze together, and they were an unbreakable unit. She liked it that way. So, she kept the baggy top, even if it was scratchy.
