𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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I couldn't comprehend the chaos around me, the frantic shouts and the panicked faces of the gladers fading into a blur.
All that mattered was Gally, lying on my lap, his body broken and lifeless. I felt the warmth of his blood seeping through my fingers, a sickening reminder of how fragile life was.
My heart raced, pounding against my chest like a war drum, every beat echoing the desperation coursing through me.
"Gally... g-gally please," I sobbed, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper.
The world around me felt unreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
The sight of his arm, devoid of a hand, made me feel nauseous. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. It was as if my eyes were glued to the horror before me.
The wall had crushed him, and now he was just a shell of the person I knew. Panic surged within me, a wild beast clawing at my insides, urging me to do something—anything—to bring him back.
My mind spiraled into a whirlwind of guilt and fear, each thought more chaotic than the last.
I was losing him, and I couldn’t bear it.
Dragging him back to the glade felt like an impossible task.
I could barely lift him, my arms trembling under the weight of his broken body.
Every inch I moved him felt like an eternity, each second stretching into a painful reminder of how reckless I had been.
I should have been more careful. I should have protected him. The blood smeared on my hands was a grotesque reminder of my failure, and it made me feel sick.
The metallic scent clung to my nostrils, suffocating me, and I could hardly breathe.
When we finally reached the glade, the chaos erupted.
The med-Jacks rushed forward, and they faced a mix of urgency and horror. I felt their hands on him, pulling him away from me, and a part of me screamed in protest.
I was losing him, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
I was weak and pathetic, and all I could do was watch as they took him away. Tears streamed down my face, each drop a testament to my despair.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly broken in front of everyone.
I collapsed to the ground, my sobs echoing in the silence that followed.
