Remember Me || The Maze Runner || Minho

22 - Resurrection

Drip... Drip... Drip.

Drip.... Drip.... Drip.

The soothing rhythm calmed my scenes. It surfaced the memory of rain storms. Water falling off the roofs of houses onto concrete sidewalks.

My eyes shot open with realization of what was happening. I looked around, finding myself in Minho and I's room.

I was alive. I actually made it.

Broken glass was littered across the wooden floors and on the table. Water dripped on the ground slowly.

I began to stand to find out what the hell happened. Pain was the only thing I felt. I didn't care at this point so I pushed through it.

Two boys suddenly entered the room. Their faces went pale as soon as they saw me.

"What?" I asked.

"Y-you're not dead," one of them said.

I gave them a confused look.

"You died. You weren't breathing. We came up here to bury you," the other one told me.

"Well I'm not dead. Not yet anyway. Can someone tell me what happened?"

"It was Minho."

"Where did he go?"

"Mapping room."

I thanked them and went down stairs as fast as I could go (which wasn't very fast). All of the boys gave me the same surprised look.

I stood in front of the Map Room door. I didn't want to burst in and give him a heart attack. But I wanted to see him this very moment. So I knocked.

"Go the shuck away," Minho shouted.

I ignored him and slowly opened the door. He sat on chair with his back facing the door. He was hunched over, his hands on his face.

"I said go," he began to say, but stopped when he turned around. I closed the door before running my hand through my blonde hair.

"I guess you were right," I said.

Minho rapidly got to his feet while wiping the tears from his face. Then he practically ran to me but stopped when he was only centimeters away. He looked me over seeing if I was actually real.

Then, he kissed me. He cupped my cheek in his hand while his lips met mine. Minho grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly with to intention of letting go.

I didn't want to tell him I hurt like hell. I just needed him to touch me, and he needed to feel me.

I put my arms around his torso and ran my hands across his back. He felt warm and comforting to me.

"I thought I lost you," he suddenly said. "I thought you were gone forever and I would never see you again."

I pulled from his grip so I could look at his tear stained face. "I would never leave you. Not in a million years," I told him.

"I thought I would never be able to feel your skin, hear your laugh, taste your lips. You were shucking dead and I couldn't do anything about it. I felt so powerless. I hated it so much, Anne," Minho confessed.

I took his hand in mine and kissed it. "I'm not dead. That means you will be able to touch my skin. Hear my laugh," I said bringing my face close to his. "Taste my lips."

I kissed him like there was no tomorrow (which might be true). I wanted him to know I was here, that I wouldn't leave him again, that I needed him.

"Anne. You have no clue how shucking much I love you," said Minho.

"I think I have a pretty good idea."

Our lips met again but we were interrupted when someone entered the Map Room.

"Annie?!"

I chuckled when a scowl came onto Minho's face. "Hey Newt," I said.

"Hey shuck-face? Couldn't you see we were in the middle of something?" Minho stated, obviously irritated.

"Um, yeah. I'll see you later." Newt left and we both laughed.

"Where were we?" Minho asked pulling me towards him.