Sonya's hands shook as the blood halted in her veins, she crumbled from the squat she had previously sat. Now she laid with her palm on the frigid ground, her legs sprawled out beside her. Whimpered cries escaped her lips as she held the crinkled, yellowed paper. The words sprung from the page in her face, teasing her, "The Plan to Save Minho"

How could Harriet welcome her and Aris so homely, hug them so tightly, smile at them so warmly, when she hadn't even meant to save them? The falsification of their saving sunk deep into Sonya's pores. What was she to Harriet if she wasn't something to be saved? Harriet was going to let her rot, let her fall to her knees to the abuse once again, and merely look the other way.

Footsteps pattered from behind the hut's grainy wooden walls, all around to the door. One knock bellowed from behind the door, then two, they sounded urgent, or afraid.

"Sonya?" Harriet's voice cracked loudly. The door creaked open quickly, showing Harriet the desolate room, with only Sonya's crumpled form in the middle of it, back facing her.

"You bitch." Sonya muttered angrily toward the floor, her blond hair stringing in front of her pale face.

Harriet stepped forward from the door, closing it behind her. "What?" she asked. "What's wrong, Sonya?"

Sonya's head snapped up, now staring at the disheveled dresser, it's drawers hung out of their frames disparately. "No." she spat.

Harriet walked forward and crouched above her friend slightly, " 'No' what?" she said, obviously concerned.

"You don't call me that." Sonya spat once more, her brows crinkling so close together they began to sore.

"What's wrong?" Harriet asked.

Sonya swung the hand that held the paper in the air, snapping her wrist to draw even more attention to it. "This is wrong, isn't it?" Sonya whispered, "Just tell me it's wrong?"

Harriet took the paper out of Sonya's hands delicately, and surveyed the paper. "Sonya, I-"

"Don't." Sonya interupted. "You won't call me that, you lost that privilege. Now tell me that sticking paper is wrong."

Sonya's fist began to grip uncomfortably at the floor beneath her, Harriet's breath came out shuttered. "It wasn't just for him," Harriet assured, reaching her palm to Sonya's shoulder but Sonya drew away from her fire-like touch rapidly.

Sonya's head dropped back down to the ground, "I can't believe I ever loved someone who couldn't even put my name on a sticking piece of paper." she whispered, a breathy laugh exiting after.

"Love?" Harriet asked, her crouching position beginning to wear on her knees. "You love me?"

"Loved." Sonya corrected, closing her eyes in faux bliss.

Harriet's body drew back absentmindedly, "You don't mean that..." she said in hush.

"Just as much as you didn't mean to save me." Sonya retorted.

"You loved me?" Harriet corrected herself, hopeful she could possibly fix the broken Sonya in front of her.

"How the sun chases the moon," Sonya whispered disconcertingly.

Harriet's mouth was left agape, "The moon cannot shine without the sun."

"Maybe the moon should find another star." Sonya sarcastically advised.

"What if the moon can't change her orbit?" Harriet asked.

Sonya lifted herself up slowly, looking Harriet directly in the eyes, "Then maybe the moon should never have left the sun to explode."

Sonya stood, leaving Harriet crouched on the ground, and she left.

She walked for miles upon miles in the beaches deserted sand, the sand spilling into her shoes. Maybe she'd find Newt on the way. Maybe she'd see Rachel, then she could apologize for how she was treated in the maze. Maybe she'd see Teresa, then she could thank her for trying to save anyone at all.

"Sonya?" a voice sounded from behind her, causing her to turn around curiosuly.

There stood Aris, his hair flying around in the salted wind. His arms were folded into his chest, and his jacket clung ever so tightly to him.

"Hm?" she asked quietly. She could think of so many words, but could formulate none of them to say.

"Why are you leaving?" he asked innocently, "What did Harriet do?"

The wind whipped Sonya in the face, batting her blonde hair all around. "She didn't mean to save us."

"Oh," Aris mumbled, "But she did."

"Your point, exactly?" Sonya asked, beginning to be fed up with his refusal to turn against Harriet.

"You saw her when she found us, she looked like she had hope again." Aris reasoned.

"Well, I'm sure I would have too." Sonya said agitated, "But I would have gone after you."

Aris stared at Sonya blankly, "You've known her for all you can remember, you saw how she takes lead every single time there's an issue." he reasoned. "You know she didn't just abandon us."

Sonya took her hand to her hair, pushing it behind her ear. "I just kinda wish she did."

"Why?" Aris asked, curiosity spiking.

"I wouldn't have told her I loved her." she breathed, exhausted by her admitting streak.

"Did you let her say it back?" he asked.

"She didn't want to." Sonya said sheepishly, "She didn't even sticking want to."

Aris walked toward her and grabbed her arm, ushering her back to the camp. "I doubt it."

They walked back in silence. Upon entering the hut Sonya had left, Harriet sat in her place.

"Harriet?" Sonya muttered.

Harriet swung around, tears ready to waterfall, slowly they began to trickle down her cheeks. "I am sorry, I'm so so sorry." she begged.

Sonya knelt down to Harriet, using her thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "I'm sorry too." she replied.

"I loved you, I've always loved you." Harriet cried, uncaring of Aris standing in the doorway.

Sonya pecked Harriet's nose with a kiss, "I love you too."

Harriet stared bewildered at Sonya, disbelief swam freely in her brown eyes.

"Love?" she checked.

"Love." Sonya reassured.