[ Alby can still remember the day Newt jumped as though it was yesterday ( it's been weeks now, even as Newt continues healing ) and he can remember the way his stomach sank, how he felt like his heart might beat how of his chest, because the mere idea of losing Newt hit deeper than he knew what to do with. and maybe it's an underlying memory, maybe before the glade it was him and Newt, the way it's become the same now that they're here. maybe for him, Newt's all there has ever been.
but Alby isn't one for the past, not when he can't remember bug all of it, and he knows he can't go forward if he's always digging through some muddled past that might never make sense. so it's one foot in front of the other, it's waking up and running the glade, going to sleep worrying over the boys just outside the door, for what waits in the darkness outside the walls. and if he thinks about it too long, or too hard, he can see why Newt felt like there was no alternative. but he can't -- he can't invest in that train of thought, because if he loses hope, what's stopping the rest of them from doing the same?
so he does his best, falls in stop with Newt and pulls him along for the ride. because, to him, there is no other option.
when the familiar knock comes, Alby looks up from where he'd been lacing together a ripped bedroll. even at night, there's still plenty left for him to do; idle hands make for idle minds. but when Newt's stretches out in front of him, Alby hoists himself up from the floor to take it, and he knows more than anything he would have missed the familiarity that Newt brings him. ]
'course. Most of them are asleep, yeah?
[ something about leaving without the majority of the gladers resting didn't sit well with him, after all. ]
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but Alby isn't one for the past, not when he can't remember bug all of it, and he knows he can't go forward if he's always digging through some muddled past that might never make sense. so it's one foot in front of the other, it's waking up and running the glade, going to sleep worrying over the boys just outside the door, for what waits in the darkness outside the walls. and if he thinks about it too long, or too hard, he can see why Newt felt like there was no alternative. but he can't -- he can't invest in that train of thought, because if he loses hope, what's stopping the rest of them from doing the same?
so he does his best, falls in stop with Newt and pulls him along for the ride. because, to him, there is no other option.
when the familiar knock comes, Alby looks up from where he'd been lacing together a ripped bedroll. even at night, there's still plenty left for him to do; idle hands make for idle minds. but when Newt's stretches out in front of him, Alby hoists himself up from the floor to take it, and he knows more than anything he would have missed the familiarity that Newt brings him. ]
'course. Most of them are asleep, yeah?
[ something about leaving without the majority of the gladers resting didn't sit well with him, after all. ]