CHAPTER 1

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-THE STATE OF GRIEF-

At first the whole group was in a state of shock, they all watched as slowly but surely Violet began to fall until the smoke covered her and they couldn't see her. They hovered there for a minute everyone frozen in there spot, they didn't know what to do. They just watched the girl who used to always make everyone laugh, the girl who always had a smile on her face up to when her emotions turned off, plummet to her death.

They weren't sure what do do as the berg began to fly away the building they were once hovering on not in sight anymore. Nickolas was the most heart broken, having watched his sister die in front of his eyes. Tears still kept falling as he stayed where he was now facing the other side of the berg. Aris was also in a state of shock, because of Violet he was out. Aris promised Violet on the first day they met that he'd get her out of this mess. The first day they met, that felt like years ago. He didn't know was to do, he too had tears slowly falling from his eyes. Sonya saw him and got closer trying to comfort him. The flight to the ship was quiet, mostly because no one knew what to say. If Violet where here she'd probably try to ease the tension make a joke or something. That's when it sunk in, they would no longer hear her laugh nor see her smile. She was gone.

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Violet sat up gasping for air but non would come into her lungs, she coughed as her vision was clouded by dark grey smoke. She quickly got up panicked, "am i in hell?" was the first thought that crossed her mind. She brought her shoulder up to cover her face especially her nose as she tried to breathe again. Violet felt like she was suffocating, she quickly turned looking for a way out of wherever she was. She walked forward not really sure where she was heading, she held her arm in front of her as she walked to make sure she didn't hit anything.

After much navigating through black smoke she made it out of the ruble. It was now dark the streets lined with broken down vehicles, some even on fire. Violet coughed as her shitty lungs failed to take in another breath. She looked around noticing most streets looking dead, she slowly walked making sure to look around and not walk into any traps.

She brought her hand down to her thigh to check for her dagger and sure enough there it was strapped around her thigh. She sighed glad to at least have something in case her powers failed. She sat down next to an abandoned building, now she had some time to think. The main thing on her mind was how did this happened, how could she possibly be alive after a big fall like that one. Her mind brought her back to her powers which like Theresa had said where stronger.

The bad thing about thinking is with one thought comes rushing in the million memories. Violet remembers everything from when she woke up to not finding the trio of boys to when she was running down the streets getting closer to the WCKED compound. She remembers the only thing she felt, rage. She was filled with pure hatred for WCKED, for Theresa. Surprisingly she didn't feel bad about what she said to Theresa when she had her little outburst. She's the reason they have Minho, and because of that she's the reason Newts dead. Newt.

She remembers how she felt a flicker of hope as she made him promise to fight not to die. She hardly talked to him the last days he was alive, though she does remember there chat on the roof. She remembers the moments they shared at Marcus' place when they kissed and Violet didn't know it then but she did like Newt. The way she comforted her and knew how to make her feel better. Now she felt as if the flood gates where opened, she felt guilt for not being able to turn on her emotions from being to weak, to sadness for loosing the one person she was fighting for. Now she felt like she had no reason to live, her friends were probably already at the camp gotten over her and having the time of her lives.

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Unknown to her the group huddled around a large bonfire like the ones they used to have in the glade. Thomas stood next to Minho and Aris as they finished carving the names into a large boulder. Thomas had carved in Chuck as Theresa stood from afar watching him. She hadn't talked to him and Thomas was kind of relieved seeing as he was still hurt. Minho carved in Newt as he let a single tear she'd before wiping it and stepping back. Finally was Aris who was carving "Violet" onto the large boulder, once he was finished he dusted it off before stepping back.

The group gave sad smiled to each other before they went back to the bonfire just as Vince was making a toast "to those of us who made it" he paused looking around holding up his metal mug. "And most importantly those of us who didn't, this is for you" he finished as everyone held up there cups before drinking.

They all were grieving in there own way some where still silently weeping over those who didn't make it like Ben, Chuck, Winston, Alby, and finally the one who hit all the gladers hearts Violet.

They all were grieving in there own way some where still silently weeping over those who didn't make it like Ben, Chuck, Winston, Alby, and finally the one who hit all the gladers hearts Violet

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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛.

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