you didnt know why but ever since you came up in the box to the glade — there had always been this lingering longing. to be loved. alby had said you weren’t going to remember anything, but it felt as though the need to be loved and held had stuck with you ever since the day you couldn’t remember your name. chuck mainly liked hanging around with you because you had the mindset of a child, you couldn’t understand why you were this way but only accept it.

earlier that day you were discussing the new greenie, thomas’s, behaviour in the council hut, along with all of the other gladers. you were stood next to minho for your input, he raised his hand a bit too fast and to be honest — it scared you. you got shot a few looks of concern, but the rest laughed. i mean, it was hilarious. a teenager getting scared because their friend raised their hand? it was embarrassing, was all you thought.

at dinner you were sat in between newt and thomas; who were talking about the meeting earlier that day. “why’d ya flinch?” newt asked, grabbing your attention from the bread you were tearing apart. “huh?” you murmur out, you knew what he meant tho. “you flinched when minho raised his hand. why?” he questioned again. your breathing picked up, and you looked around as you thought of an excuse. to be honest, you had no clue. “ . . . i don’t know,” you shrug, your tone uncomfortable. “that’s bullshit, you just won’t tell us because you don’t want us worrying about you, and you know it,” he scoffed.