𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

0𝟺 - 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

A/N: This chapter contains a trigger warning for mention of suicide.

Also, this is more of a filler chapter and mostly dialogues.

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It was indeed not "a short one and let's bounce" conversation.

This sunshiney guy somehow managed to convince me to expand on what I meant about being frustrated in everything so, guess what? I did the thing I told myself not to do.

I ended up opening up to him.

Well shit, I'm exposed.

"So...yeah, I'm just trying to remember," I said with a shrug, staring straight ahead to avoid his gaze. "I figured that since I remembered my name, maybe other memories would come back too."

"Any luck?"

"Yeah, actually," I said, turning to him with a sudden surge of excitement. "Not sure if it's real though."

Am I really that excited to share this with someone? I doubt it.

"So, I found out my name is Wren, right? It actually came from a dream."

He raised his eyebrows. "What kind of dream?"

"It was a pretty short one where a guy just kinda gave me a sad smile, saying that I tried...don't know about what. Then he said that he'll be fine."

"How are you sure that's your actual name?" he chuckled. "For all we know, you might be 'Lily' and Teresa knows you like she knows Thomas."

"I doubt it. And if she doesn't remember anything, how would she know if I'm actually Lily or not? Eh, I don't know." I shrugged. "And does she really know Thomas or just his name?"

"Alright, you do have a point. And no, just his name."

I nodded. "Okay, should I keep going with the info dump?"

"Mhm."

I laughed lightly, nodding, "I'm seventeen...I think," I said, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I feel like I'm seventeen."

"Okay, so now we know you're older than me," He said in a playful tone, we both chuckled.

"Oh, and I had a vision– maybe a dream? I don't know, maybe just a feeling, that...my mother was the only one I had left," I forced a smile. He stayed quiet. "I don't know her though. Can't remember, and I think it's better that way."

He frowned, "Why?"

"Because if I don't remember her, I won't feel the pain of missing her, or something like that."

He hummed in reply. It was quiet again, but it wasn't awkward.

I hesitated, unsure if I should continue opening up to him. But when I glanced at him, he nodded encouragingly, so I went on.

"I don't know why but, ever since I woke up from that dream or vision– whatever, I felt this...fiery rage that ate up my insides."

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head and shrugged. "I don't know, Newt. I don't know anything." I paused, but then words just kept pouring out.

"I mean, what the fuck is this? Am I in a nightmare? Is this real?" I ranted, waving my arms wildly to point out the Glade.

"And Grievers? What even are they, some kind of alien and shit?" My voice cracked as I felt a surge of anger and confusion rise up. "I feel so betrayed, but I don't know where it's coming from. It's so..." I paused, clenching my fists as tears started to well up at the corners of my eyes. "Frustrating not knowing anything." I trailed off, blinking rapidly and turning my head away to hide the tears.