Arthur let out a long groan of frustration as Alby left before shifting, his bandages digging into his side. "You gotta be nice Artie, You'll set a bad example." Newt rubbed his thumb over Arthur's knuckles, dusting over each individual creasing.
"I...
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single punch again. bruising. tension. a lot. george.
The wind brushed against the leaves as Arthur nodded to Alby and the Greenie, now known as Thomas when they passed each other. They were heaving in opposite directions, Arthur heading towards the Deadheads and Thomas and Alby heading towards the The Name Wall.
The dark-haired boy followed Arthur with his head as he moved past them before looking back to Alby, another question lying on his tongue. "Who was that?"
"Arthur, he's a Runner." Alby continued walking, knowing better than to stop and encourage the wild minds of the Greenies. Thomas however doesn't get the hint and turns around slightly, watching as Arthur disappears into the green trees.
As they moved closer towards the Wall Alby held his knife more firmly making sure not to drop it. Every time he was here he remembered when he wrote his name on the wall, when he was new to the Glade and had no idea where he was. When the green expanse was nothing but that. Green.
"I know it's hard to believe, but it wasn't always this way." Alby glanced towards the working people, each person had their job to do. It was something he did so everything had order.
"We had dark days." Thomas looked at Alby as the man nodded to people as they passed. "We lost a lot of boys to fear. To panic. We've come so far since then." They neared the Name Wall and crossed past Newt who was muttering to a nearby Glader before moving towards the garden.
"Established order... made peace."
"Yeah. Why are telling you me this?" Alby watched as Thomas looked around before focusing on him. The boy seemed to only be able to ask questions and Alby could tell this was going to happen a lot.
"Because you're not like the others. You're curious. But you're one of us now. You need to know what that means." Alby handed the knife to Thomas who took to looking at each of the names.
"What happened to them?" There was a thick silence as they both stared at the names. Alby staring at one specific name in particular.
"Like I said... dark days, Thomas."
George's name being crossed out hurt more than it should of that day.
Arthur sat facing the grave with his head tucked in his knees. The pain was still raw despite it being three years. George was one of his friends and every year on this day he could just see his dead body every time he closed his eyes. His limp head hung as they gently placed him into his grave.
