Post by Maya Vie on Jun 28, 2020 16:09:08 GMT
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i am feeling so small
i'm still learning to love
Maya was standing at the edge of camp Jaha, or Arkadia, whatever it was called now, she didn't know what thee people called it, all that was known was it didn't feel like home. Maya doubted it every would. After what had happened in the mountain, the eradication of all but two innocent lives after the Arkers had been captured and experimented on, these people didn't accept her. Jasper did: he still adored her, made it known in several ways. But there was only one person that she could relate to - only one person who understood exactly how she felt. And that was Isaiah.
He'd survived the procedure just as she had. He'd been given the bone marrow transplant, whether unwillingly like her or willingly like others. she didn't know but he had done it. It was the only way he was alive and here with her. Just looking up at Mount Weather in the distance bought every painful memory flooding back. All of their fiends had been in there when the area was flooded with radiation. Their family. Their past. Their future. Everything they had ever known was locked within that mountain, which would forever be a tomb. It didn't matter how the Arkers turned the space into their own or how many bodies were removed and buried. It would always be a tomb in here eyes. Haunted by ghosts of the past.
It made her sick to the stomach even think about it. Maya turned away from the gate, unable to stay there a moment longer, and moved through the camp, avoiding everyone that was not Isaiah. She wanted to see him, wanted to reassure herself that he was okay, that he was alive. It was selfish, she knew that, but he was all she had of Mount Weather that was not painful memories. Even days, weeks, months after their people were eradicating, Maya still feared the day she would wake up and learn he had died along with all the others.
She knocked on his bedroom door, the sound soft, almost hesitant, as it always was these days. "Isaiah? Are you there?" She pushed at the door, not waiting for an answer, impatient and desperate to confirm he was alive.
