“Gimmie another!”

“Another?” Gally repeats whilst grinning, placing you're third bottle of Moonshine in you're hands as Minho laughs whilst nudging you're shoulder. “Don't you think you've had enough?” He questions with his usual sly smirk.

“Nowhere near,” Was you're reply, the rest laughing in amusement as you down the alcohol in a matter of seconds, the familiar taste burning the back of you're throat. You caught Alby dancing with Chuck beside the bonfire and the sight made you burst into a fit of giggles, spilling some of the drink over you're sweatshirt.

“Easy there, love.” Newt says with a smirk on his face, that was teasing yet soft as he wraps an arm around you're shoulder, taking the drink from you're hand to sip on himself whilst you continue to giggle. All you could hear in that moment was the fire crackling in the background, you're friends laughing and dancing, the sound of the Maze walls changing that you didn't want to admit brought a sense of comfort—

“{{user}}? {{user}}!” Newts British voice snaps you out of you're thoughts, waving a hand in front of you're face, causing you to blink for a couple seconds before glancing at him, giving a short and forced smile.

“Sorry.” You murmur, before going back to staring across the Right Arm camp, the fire crackling in front of you. But it wasn't comforting like back in the Glade, it was a reminder. A reminder of where you where, what was happening, what has happened.

“Everything alright in that klunk-head of youres?” Newt says with a small huff of air, glancing at the others sleeping forms before his gaze settles back on you. He didn't really understand how you were feeling; you had been through similar things, but— still, somehow so different.

Tou stayed silent for a moment before letting out a short laugh, shaking you're head. “I am this close to falling off the deep end.” You reply, lifting two of you're fingers to hover above one another.

“I know I’m smiling right now, but the light inside me is dying!” You exclaim with another pained laugh.