"i'm sorry," he said. "it's my fault this is happening to you."
"We'll find a way," she repeated.
When Thomas falls in love with an immune, will he be able to let her go and send her up to Group A?
All rights go to the brilliant author James Dashn...
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she didn't know how long she sat there, but the boy began to stir. she slowly lifted up her head and watched as his eyes slowly opened. he gulped, trying to clear a dry throat. he rolled over and kneeled over, his hands on his knees.
"are you okay?" she asked before she could stop herself.
his head shot up. their eyes connected for a few seconds. he looked as if he just realized the gravity of the situation, because his eyes enlarged and his breathing became ragged.
"where am i?" he asked.
"in a-"
"box," he interrupted her.
"okay," she rolled her puffy eyes. "figure it out yourself, smart guy."
he looked around for a few minutes, then he looked back at her. "are you crying?"
"no," she looked away instantly.
"what's your name?" he asked.
"hayley," she said quietly. it was what she remembered, the only thing she remembered. "what's yours?"
"thomas," he said after he thought about it. "how did we end up in here? i don't mean to sound rude but i don't remember you. i-i don't remember anything."
"me neither," she sighed. "i woke up in here just like you did. my memories gone and an unconscious boy i didn't know right next to me. all i could tell you is things are really messed up. whatever we did to land ourselves in here must've been horrible, because no sane person would do this to us without a reason."
"i didn't do anything," he snapped.
"how do you know that if you can't remember?" she asked after a few minutes.
they stopped talking. she didn't trust him, but she believed he didn't remember anything. she could tell by the vacant expression on his face; the one she probably had. she felt something tug on her wrist, and looked down to see a red ribbon tied around her wrist caught on something.
she pulled it free, making sure not to damage it. she racked her brain trying to figure out where she got it, but nothing. she remembered nothing. she ought to throw it away but when the thought crossed her mind, she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.
she quickly tightened it, refusing to give it up.
"keep talking," said thomas.
she looked up. "about what?"
"anything."
"that's not an easy thing to do with no memories," she said. "but i can list all the reasons i think we're in here."
"okay."
"well," she breathed. "this has to be some sort of prison. maybe we murdered someone and got caught."
"you don't look capable of murder," he said.
"okay," she said. "maybe we stole something."
"why do you think it was something bad?"
"because," she stood up, gesturing to the cage/box. "look where we are. if we did something good we wouldn't be in here. good people don't get put in boxes!"
"maybe you did something," he stammered. "maybe i'm just an innocent by stander that was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"oh," she rolled her eyes. "shut up and stop making excuses for whatever it is the hell we did!"
"i'm not-"
"good people don't get out in boxes!" she repeated, her blood boiling.
a loud clank rang out above them and they sucked in a startled breath as they looked up.
a straight line of light appeared across the ceiling of the room, and they watched as it expanded. a heavy grating sound revealed double sliding doors being forced open. after so long in darkness, the light stabbed their eyes; they looked away, covering their faces.
"sorry 'bout that," came from an odd accent. "shuck-face over here broke one of our water pipes. bloody nuisance. the entire glade was covered in puddles."
newt!!!
it's kinda humorous how hayley and thomas were literally just telling each other they love each other and now they're arguing haha
