"So when did you- you know- fall in love with her?" Thomas smirked, knowing he had him right where I wanted him, with his head in Fionaland.
"Woah," Newt defeated with his hands up, "What?"
"I may be slow to getting to know things around here, but...
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Our lives can be divided into two sections, before and after the maze. Of course, we could remember nothing before the box that brought us into this world. But you could feel it. In small moments, so small you don't even recognize them. A memory of a time you had lived showed up in gut feelings, whether it was right before you fell asleep or when you tasted something. It was an uncanny sensation you've already experienced something, even when you know you never have, at least not in this life.
Blue wasn't like that. We were drowning and she was like a breath of fresh air. The day she got here she wanted to go in the maze. She wanted not just to survive but win.
When the box came up the next month with Winston, a paper was clenched in his hand. We trusted each other, it helped us survive. But that note was a secret for the original three. Gally was the first to read it, calling a meeting with Alby and I soon after.
"I'm trying to protect us." Alby debated, he was rougher about the edges then. "What if they decide to wipe out all of us?"
"She is one of us." I fought.
"We have to keep this between us," Gally ordered, it was too bold of him as a Greenie but Alby let it slide.
"We'll keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't wreck our chances of getting out of here. Other than that, we have to treat her just like we would any other Greenie."
"Right." Gally agreed, quickly as I swallowed.
"Right, Newt?" Alby reached out to me, noticing I hadn't spoken out loud. He stepped toward me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I knew what he was about to say, but that only made me hate it more. In the ways that Gally was clueless in the beginning, Alby never was. He saw right through me on the nights that I came back later and later. He had noticed the awkwardness in my voice when she was around and how I would make excuses to just be near her. I was never good at hiding my emotions, but now I had to be. I threw the note in the fire, reading the words one last time, She's an error. If she compromises the efforts, she will be terminated.
