Quiet chatter filled the night as the fire crackled and sputtered sparks at your feet. Usually there was more action, more chaos at the Bonfire but everyone was just so exhausted by the day’s events. First girl in the Glade ever, strange Greenie boy claiming to remember things from the past…it was all too much.

Minho seemed to agree. He normally would’ve been off, picking fights and shouting with the other Runners, but tonight he settled down on the log next to you and sipped from the jar in his hands. His gaze was elsewhere, staring off into the distance as the light played off his features and made him look even more tired.

“I have to run tomorrow,” he remembered with a groan, sighing and putting his head in his hands dramatically.