☆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...
Squinted eyes, Kennedy observed the girl as she slept. She had remained unconscious for a while, but the occasional mumbling was enough to give the med-jack hope that she would be alright; it was as though she was dreaming, stuck in a restless one, but there was no doubting that she would soon wake up. This girl would be alright.
Unlike Alby.
With pursed lips and a shake of her head, Kennedy took the dry cloth from her forehead and replaced it was a damp one, watching the girl shover under her touch.
She was pretty. Dainty features, doe eyes. Her hair was darker than that of the girl tending to her, and her teeth were not quite as straight. From what Kennedy could tell, her voice was deeper — a bit more rustic, less soft than Kennedy's, and each mumble came louder than the last. Amongst them sat Thomas' name, followed by the words not good, when referring to something unintelligible; perhaps Kennedy would have heard what wasn't good, had it not been for the loudness of her envy. Hearing that she knew Thomas made Kennedy's stomach churn and her eyes turn green.
Kennedy had no right to feel bitter, or envious, and she wasn't sure why she felt such a way. Assumably because she had no other memories of her old life than her name and age, certainly not of a glader, yet this girl did.
