Breakable (Ember x Thomas)

**6**

It had only been a day since Ember's nightmare. Last night, she had another one. But, it was about losing Newt. She couldn't help but worry throughout this whole day about who, or what she would lose next.

But, luckily, there were lots of things to keep her mind distant from the anxiety. She was running with Minho today. Section 4. Oddly, this section was one of Ember's favorites.

Ember woke up early so that her and Minho would be able to get an earlier start than normal. She went to her closet and grabbed a white tank top, put a windbreaker jacket over it and zipped it up. She also wore black jeans. Her usual "armor" as she liked to call it, was in the usual spot, on her dresser, resting on a big rock. It was the best thing she could find that would keep it somewhat safe from getting folded.

Ember grabbed the "armor" and clipped it onto her chest. Looking in the mirror, she began to go over everything she was grateful for. She had to do this occasionally to lift her spirits up. You know, being locked in a maze with about 45 to 50 boys and being the only girl was definitely a joy- killer.

Last night, Minho and Ember personally asked Frypan if he would get there breakfast ready early. Of course, he agreed!

After a few good seconds of looking at herself in the mirror, Ember spots Minho leaning against the doorway leading into her room. 

After he notices that he was spotted, he speaks, "Staring at yourself in the mirror, much?" He smirks.

"Standing in my doorway like a creep, much?" Ember mockingly smiles at him, turning around.

"Uhm! Well, I guess next time I'll just let you miss breakfast. I really don't mind!" Minho says.

Ember slides two knives into her "armor" and meets Minho by her doorway. Patting him on the chest, she says, "Look who's holding us up now," with a big smirk on her face. All Minho does is roll his eyes, and jog after Ember.

They both finished there breakfast before anyone else had woken up. Frypan handed both Minho and Ember a water, and sandwich, which was then shoved into a little pouch on Embers front pack. They both said goodbye to Frypan, before heading out and pausing at the entrance to the South Doors.

"You think your gonna be able to keep up?" Minho asked Ember, smirking.

"How do you know that you're leading the way? Maybe I want to go in front." Ember retaliated. She deep down knew that it was Minho's turn to run in front, but she always loved messing with him.

"Uhhh, it's definitely my turn to be in front," Minho says.

Ember just gives him a reassuring head nod, signaling that he can move along and start there running journey.

They both ran, and ran, and ran. Turning corners, after corners, after corners. But, this gave her some time to think about life, which was one of Ember's favorite reasons to run.

She tried to sum up some of her past few days. Life had really been weird. Thomas. She tried to think of anything else that made her life odd right now, but Thomas was the only thing that came to mind. Odd. Oh, another one! She smiled, and hoped that Minho wouldn't look back and see her.

Ember's thoughts were paused as her foot caught on a rock, and she tripped onto the floor. She rolled her ankle. "Ow!" She yelled, and Minho stopped running an looked back.

"Ember, what happened?" He was by her level now, and started looking at her up and down. "Did you fall?"

Ember scooted herself, so that her back was against one of the cold stone walls. Minho followed by her, looking into her eyes. The pain in her ankle was a throbbing pain, but nothing unbearable. She had felt worse. "Well, yeah, obviously."