── # 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 , 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑿 ↳ ' some things can't be saved'
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❝ They're really never gonna stop looking for us, ❞
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ;( FLARES the script )
The blinding sun splintered behind Madylin's eyelids. She squeezed them tighter, a low groan escaping her lips. Sand grit coated her tongue. It clung to her skin. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open, wincing at the brightness of the sun overhead. Here, unlike the Glade with its extremely tall walls, the light felt... aggressive, indifferent. It bleached the entire surrounding area.
She stretched, every muscle protesting with a dull ache. Her gaze swept across the shallow overhang they had found, the sliver of shade offering barely any refuge. Bodies lay huddled together. Thomas lay curled on his side. Minho was a long, still form nearby. Frypan snored softly, a comforting, rhythmic sound. Newt was close, his breathing steady, the familiar rise and fall of his chest a silent reassurance.
Madylin's breath hitched. Her eyes scanned the sleeping figures again, then darted out into the open. Panic rose in her.
Someone was missing.
Then she noticed a small, blonde figure sitting alone, some distance from the others, her back to the group.
Elizabeth.
Relief washed over her, immediately followed by a new wave of concern. Elizabeth's shoulders were slumped. Madylin pushed herself to her feet and shuffled quietly across the short stretch. She reached Elizabeth's side and stopped.
"Hey."
Elizabeth didn't jump. She merely hummed, her gaze fixed on the sand at her feet. Her fingers traced patterns in the grains, absentmindedly. Her face, when she finally tilted it up for a split second, held a faraway look. The bright, optimistic sparkle in her blue eyes was dimmed.
Madylin frowned. She sank down next to the girl, settling into the warm, soft sand. "What are you doing?" she asked softly, leaning closer. She looked at the doodle. Simple lines, two stick figures. A girl and a boy.
Elizabeth's hand stilled. She hesitated, the silence loud. "My brother and I," she said finally, her voice quiet, laced with a sadness that twisted something inside Madylin.
Madylin's surprise must have shown on her face. "You remember him?" She knew Elizabeth had come from the other Maze, the one housing Group B. Their memories were wiped just like Group A.
