asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
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The group had been in the scorch nearly three days now. Stuck wandering after their failed find of shelter the first night. It hadn't been a peaceful few days. Along with their growing dehydration and lack of sleep, they'd had to mourn another loss. It was hard on all of them, whether it be how it happened or their emotions finally catching up to them—it drained them.
They had chosen camp in the open sand, the dried cracks beneath their bodies as they laid in the dark. Asa had used her bag as a pillow, the sweater over her jacket, keeping her warm in the cold. She hadn't slept, not in almost two days. She couldn't. Every time her eyes closed, she could see the tragedy she'd faced in the Glade.
Yet, she couldn't bring herself to get the words out of her mouth. Each time she'd been asked how she was, she'd say fine. She knew they knew she was lying, but they still kept asking.
Minho had been the worst about it. He felt guilty, her cold sholder to him hadn't helped either. She couldn't face him though, she couldn't admit that he'd done it to protect them.
She rolled to her side, the dark tree line beneath the mountains in her view. Fry was beside her, eyes barely open as he struggled to sleep.
"There's not as much stars out here as there was in the Glade." Fry spoke quietly, careful not to wake the others. Asa looked up, the dark clouds over them hiding the twinkling lights in the sky.
"It's the clouds." Asa mumbled, Fry sighed from beside her.
"I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Watching the stars, it was your thing. I shouldn't have mentioned it." Asa kept her poker face, thought the burning in her throat built as she heald back her tears.
"It was, but I can't get upset every time I look up at night."
"It's barely been a week. You have the right to be upset. Holding it in.. it's only going to make it worse."
Asa was unable to respond, thunder clapping through the clouds, waking the group. Thomas was the first one up, his eyes drifting to the treeline.
"Do you see that?" Thomas pointed, their heads turning from the lightning racing towards them.
"Lights." Asa mumbled out, not taking another second before shoving her things into her bag. "We should go.. now." Her bag slung over her shoulders, her knees cracking as she stood. Her injury had begun to heal, in some ways. But the internal damage to it had been set.
They listened to her words, each taking their time, not paying attention to the lightning that had gotten closer. They started off walking, but as the sparks clapped against the ground, their feet picked up.
