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Requested: Entry for @impala-1979's Words of Love Challenge with the word Retrouvailles (French) - The overwhelming happiness caused by seeing someone you live after a long separation.
Warnings: Changed ending for TDC
W.C. 1915
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Being stuck in WICKED's secured rooms has made me think back to the days when I first arrived in the Glade. I was stuck in an isolated room, so it was easy for me to get lost in what little memories I have.
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When I came up in the box, there were maybe five boys standing above me. I later learned their names were Alby, Newt, Minho, Gally, and Winston. At first, they were confused that the creators would send a girl up, but they were even more bamboozled when you started speaking with an accent very different from theirs. Even Newt was speechless when you began to ask questions. I was in a metal box surrounded by teenage boys for crying out loud; what was I supposed to think.
"Who are you?" I questioned. I tried to remember why I was in this situation, but my mind came up empty which caused me to begin panicking. Alby jumped into the box with me, but the action made my breathing more sporadic. Newt noticed this and slowly dropped into the crate before cautiously approaching me, unlike Alby. Newt whispered something to the leader as the remaining guys walked off to continue their previous tasks. Alby ended up climbing out of the box, leaving Newt and me with the supplies.
"Welcome to the Glade, greenie. I promise, it's not as bad as it looks," he whispered as he sat next to me. He gently placed his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side to help regulate my breathing. We stayed like that for a while, it was hard to keep track of the time without a watch, until he started to stand and pull me up with him. "I'm Newt, by the way."
"I don't remember my name, unfortunately," I sent him a watery smile as I used my other hand to wipe the stray tears cascading down my red cheeks. "In all honesty, I can't remember anything, ma chérie."
"What does that shucking mean?" He looked offended like I called him an unspeakable name.
"It means my darling, I think."I tilted my head again, wondering how I could not remember anything else besides the meaning of a foreign word. He shook his head with a light laugh as we walked towards the other side of the box.
"How do you remember that?" He jumped out of the box before offering a hand for me to get out. I grabbed it, and he pulled up to the land.
"I guess I've said it so much, it is permanently engraved into my memory," I laughed as we started our way towards the gardens. That was where I ended up working for the three and a half years I was in the Glade.
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The next memory was when I tried to be a runner. Minho was the keeper of runners, and he offered to take me out into the Maze. It was going to be the first time someone else went into the maze with him and Newt. Alby, Gally, and Newt were against it at first, obviously, but Minho somehow convinced them.
