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at fault, minho

imagine: you were unable to get to him in time.

MINHO

AT FAULT
if you told me that the right arm wouldn't be a safe place anymore, i wouldn't have believed it. the right arm seems so nice, and even though they're in the middle of packing up, it feels a lot like home probably would.

i'm not aware that the right arm is going to be almost non-existent in about an hour, since i'm having sitting by a bonfire with my friends; we're all laughing and having a good time. my boyfriend is beside me too, i'm nestled up against him with a blanket draped over the both of us.

we have our own little bonfire, a little ways away from the main bonfire where vince and his people are sitting. we thought it was a little too loud and crowded, and we much rather would have our own conversation with each other. it was nice finally feeling nostalgic about something we actually once knew.

      newts telling his own story about the time he had been showing our old friend george around, when he was just a greenie. "i had just shown him where the gardens were, and all of a sudden this guy, george, leaps up onto the flower bed like it was a big, comfy mattress." newt chuckled, leaning over so his arms was resting his knees.

      our little group explodes in light chuckles and giggles, all of us were fond at the memory of george. "yeah, he got up and his face was smothered with mud." newts accent was prominent, and he chuckled while rubbing his face. i can remember george's face so well now, with the mud sticking to his face and all.

"i wish george could see all this." fry says, turning the atmosphere almost nostalgic and sombre, but in a good way. i nodded, while newt added. "and alby." he smiles, at the thought of his friend. "and winston." fry adds one more time before thomas himself adds a name. "chuck too."

nobody dared to speak, because chuck had always been like a little brother to us all; only there for one month but he'd taken on the role as the glades little brother. i miss him a lot, but i'm glad he didn't have to see the real outside. chuck didn't deserve the death he died, but it was better then watching him turn into a crank.

      i lean further into minho's shoulder, my cheek squishing against my face more. i can see him smile at me in my peripheral. i was glad i could call him mine, i don't know how i got so lucky with him. i'd say it was fate but his cheekiness kind of lured me in. i loved a lot of things about him, i was really lucky.

      the fire crackles and pops, and i watch one of the ashes get flung into the air, and it floats down slowly like a piece of paper. it falls beside the sole of my shoe, and the sand reminds me of a beach. the sky seems perfect for it to be a beach, with the orange sunset and all. we just need the water.

      we all sit in silence for a couple more moments, while the smell of firewood implants its smell on our clothing. the silence isn't awkward or anything, it's just the kind of silence when you're relaxing. the wind blows through my (h/c) locs of hair, and makes the bushes around us rustle against each other. it was a very peaceful night, almost like the nights back in the glade, when greenies would come.