you, and being a runner. two things you certainly didn't expect, but others had.

introvert or not, you got left out of a lot of things. maybe it was because you were a girl. definitely because you were a girl.

you weren't doing too well to set it straight, you had your up and down days and when you got really bad, everybody knew it was best to leave gally to talk it out with you.

here you were, leaning against the most stubborn boy in the glade, but also he happened to be your favourite person.

he whispered to you quietly, “you can't keep doing this, you can't keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself, like that makes it okay. you need to be better,” ”I know. i'm sorry. i was drunk, and there was all this pressure with thomas, but now, now that it's over-" you slurred, before he cut you off, "nono, just stop," he sighed slightly, running a hand through your hair.

"you are all the things that are wrong with you. it's not the alcohol, or any of the shitty that happened to you when you became a runner, or when you were a kid. it's you. alright? it's you," although the words stung, his tone made things kind of better.