☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
How good could she be when she had left behind her friends to go run in a maze that she had sworn herself to never enter again?
That didn't really seem to correspond with good, but then again, when was the last time she had been good? This was never going to be good. From the very start, there was always going to be damage left behind when they left. Of course, Kennedy didn't expect them to leave behind gladers, their friends, but apparently nothing was as they had ever expected it to be. Leaving was bittersweet. They had left family, and they had left memories; the glade was filled with all her memories. The only ones she had. All of her memories were in that glade. They had built that society from scratch; with blood, and sweat, and tears, and now they were leaving it behind.
They left boys.
Kennedy was horrified with herself. How could Alby forgive her for leaving the boys behind? How would George? How would any of their fallen men forgive her?
