Aurora knew she recognised the Glade, and she was fucking determined to find out why.
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The night was dark, an eerie chill was in the air as the rest of the world lay silent. They had been on the run from their supposed salvation; things never seemed to go right for them. When they arrived at the sanctuary after quite literally running for their lives, watching friends drop one by one like a tear in the ocean, they thought they had discovered peace and solitude that had been sought after for so many years.
But as always, the world wasn't fair to them, so they ran once more.
Through the scorching desert with headlights shining blindly after them, it was back to square one – always running non-stop. The Gladers headed through an abandoned shopping centre, heavy dust coating everything like a blanket of abandonment. They came into contact with the foulest things they had ever seen, forget Grievers, Cranks were their biggest enemy now.
So once again they ran.
Crashing through glass and hand to hand combat, they hid and found refuge. It was silent once more, only the sound of their rapidly beating heartbeats being heard. Alex began to shuffle in irritancy of the silence meanwhile Lysander began to build a small fire with the assistance of Newt.
The fire leapt and roared, flames intertwining and dancing in the night as they soared upwards, providing light and warmth to the Gladers. They sat in silence once more, Teresa sat beside Newt,Thomas and Minho around the fire with Alex, Frypan, Lysander, Winston and Aris sat opposite them, shivering slightly from the cold winds
Teresa twiddled with her thumbs before letting her hands fall limply onto her crossed legs, hair tangled and messily falling out of the braid. She let out a sigh before turning to the group, a question desperately tumbling out of her lips: "Was I the only girl to ever be in the Glade?"
The Gladers (minus Thomas, Teresa, and Aris) exchanged uneasy looks. They hadn't spoke about her in months, the topic was still upsetting to them; a fresh, deep wound on the surface of their hearts.
Thomas looked from Teresa to the boys back and forth, waiting for an answer. He didn't know, he wanted to know. He had asked once but it resulted in Alby yelling at him to never ask again and Thomas imagined it was a sensitive subject for them all. However, before Ben attacked him long ago in the Glade, he did discover a grave. A grave that was fresh, the soil always moist with tears and decorated with wild orchids.
Minho swallowed, his eyes glistening over with tears and a lump being caught in his throat
