She was there since the beginning. People trusted her, she trusted them. She was the light in the glade. But when WCKD gives them an option to sacrifice her to the maze. They all betray her. The ones that were there have to live with that guilt...
"Though the ground beneath might crumble and give way I can hear my Father singing over me "It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay"'
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Clara didn't bother to put shoes on when she headed into the deadheads. The leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet as she walked. Seven blue Ipomoea flowers were in her hand as she moved a branch with the other, walking deeper into the deadheads.
She kneeled down in front of the wooden structure in front of her, a small smile playing on her lips as she set the flowers down in front of it.
"Hey George." She spoke softly and rested her hands on her thighs.
"It's been two months since that day. We have two new gladers and I'm sure you would've loved one. His name is Ben and he's the newest. Has lots of spunk to him". She laughed slightly.
"Things been going alright in the glade. Everything is not the same...I don't think that it will ever be." She bit her bottom lip slightly.
"Nick misses you like crazy. He's been hanging with Leo more." She nodded to herself and rubbed her thighs slightly, trying to sooth herself.
"I hope you're in peace wherever you are now. I hope that you know we all miss you and we love you." Tears started to prick her eyes and before a tear could fall she wiped it away.
"Anyway. I just came to keep you company again. I'll be back next week, alright?" She forced a smile on her face and leaned forward, resting her hand on the engraved name on the wood.
"Take care."
With that she stood up and made her way out of the deadheads, on her way out she saw Newt and Minho about to head in. The three stared at one another before Newt spoke up first.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Where are your shoes?" Minho pointed out as he raised an eyebrow, noticing she wasn't even wearing socks. Newt cocked his head to the side as he looked down at her feet as well.
"Stop looking at my feet." Clara groaned, giving the two a look, kicking a few leaves that were in front of her.
"What are you two doing anyways?" She questioned, she found it a bit strange that they were heading in the deadheads at this time.
"We really didn't find anything so just called it quits for today." Minho shrugged as he walked closer to Clara, passing her as he walked deeper in the deadheads. "Well, since you're here. Might as well join us." Minho smiled.
Clara glanced over her shoulder as she watched Minho walk then looked back to Newt who was still standing in the same place, looking at the ground as he rubbed his chin with one of his hands. He then looked to her, a smile appearing on his lips and gestured for her to follow.
