☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The glade was solemn.
It was a grave silence. Which didn't occur often within the small community; they tried to keep sadness to a minimum in the glade; it wasn't always fun and games each day, but it was rarely this way — sad, morbid. Only in their dark days. But, that had been a long time ago, when the loss was far more common than the gain. That had faded with time, however. Now, the glade usually bursted with joy and chatter, rather than the current eery quiet. The dark times suddenly felt so close, as though they had only just left them behind or as though they were close ahead, returning along with that same, palpable anxiety of losing one another, all over again.
It was so solemn.
They all knew what was coming.
It hung around in the air, following them all day, but was never visible if they were to look. Like a shadow, sticking to their backs.
Kennedy had originally to refused to be apart of the process, out of both guilt and sadness. It didn't feel right. Since she patched up Thomas, she had rest of the her day suffocating in the eeriness of her thoughts. She was only focused on two people, two people that she felt very strongly for. One being... well, he wasn't really anything to Kennedy, not beyond a boy she had known for two days, but the same boy had somehow become something to her, somehow. He was all she thought about, suddenly.
