Amber Jones. That's all she knew about herself and truly she doesn't want to know more. Her life before the Flare is gone, she can't have it back, so why get memories of something that doesn't exist.
Choosing her brother over Thomas wasn't easy, tr...
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-Amber's P.O.V-
Sometimes when I sleep, I have memories that become my dreams. I mostly dream with either Thomas or my brother. Although I have to admit, I once dreamt with that little girl I met in the middle of the ruined city.
Stephanie.
Yet, this time it wasn't about her. It was about him. About Thomas.
FLASHBACK DREAM
Ever since we escaped the headquarters of WICKED I've found myself becoming closer with this cute brunette boy with big hazel eyes that sometimes become a darker shade.
Thomas and I were often traveling beside each other and I wouldn't complain. He gave me the feeling of safety and reassurance.
Tonight, we decided to stop and rest. Thomas chose to stay on watching patrol for any kind of uninvited visitor.
I tried sleeping, but the nightmares would keep me awake. I decided to give in on not sleeping and see how Thomas is doing?
Walking over towards the other side and towards him. I saw him looking tired as he sat down with the gun we had in hand and arms leaning on his legs.
He looked to every corner, except the one we were sleeping on. It was a closed room, with only one doorway. Safe and good for only one of us to be guarding, while the rest had some rest.
Softly I tapped his shoulder. I must have scared him pretty bad because he bolted up with the gun pointing my way. I raised my hands in immediate surrender.
"It's Amber! It's me." I announce before he could shoot.
Thomas lowers it and gives me a look before sitting back down. "Sorry," he rubs his eyes with a hoarse voice. "Reflex."
I could feel the pit of my stomach twist at his response. It's come to point that the first thing we see or hear we raise the gun just in case it is one of those Cranks.
"It's alright..." I hesitate if I should sit with him. I don't know what to say? Thomas keeps looking forward and every now and then rubs his eyes and shakes his limbs to not fall asleep. "Do you need um...me to take over?"
Have I ever used a gun? No. Not that I remember of, but if it allowed him some sleep at least for a minute, then I guess I could risk it.
Thomas shakes his head. "I'm fine," he's clearly not. "I'll stay guarding."
He won't last long, not like this. Quickly I walk back, lean down to my water, and tippy-toe back to him.
Under the faint light, I hand his figure my water. Thomas looks at it then up at me. "That's your water, Amber-"
