MISTAKE | Minho / The Maze Runner

twenty-eight

Minho and Vera were lying side by side, her head was on his chest, reminding them both of the nights they shared in the Glade. This time, they weren't scared of Alby catching them.

"Be careful tomorrow, I can't lose you again," Vera whispered.

"You be careful too, shank. You were the one who died if I remember correctly," Minho smirked.

"I'm serious, slinthead. You can't get hurt tomorrow. I just got you back," Vera said, slapping him lightly.

"I know. I'll be safe, okay? I promise," Minho said seriously.

"Good that," Vera said, but that didn't settle the nerves that were consuming her.

Minho stared at her; she was beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. Newt would always say it was time for him to move on, but he never did, and hell, he was glad.

"Where'd the scar come from?" Minho asked, out of the blue.

"Crank got me. Slashed me with a knife. Got shot once too," Vera admitted, "we were attacking WICKED, one of their smaller bases, securities high, even worse at their headquarters. A guard shot me in the thigh, but I'm still here," she added with a cheeky grin.

"Badass," Minho grinned, but then he got serious for a moment, "seems like we both went through hell and back."

"But we got each other back, right? I wish I could've gotten a proper goodbye with the other, before they, y'know," Vera frowned.

"I know, but I think those shanks would be happy you're still here," Minho assured her.

Minho hated seeming weak, but he wanted Vera to know just how much she mattered to him.

"I almost gave up, after Newt. Losing you, then him. Got to be too much, y'know? But then I saw you, and everything was worth it," he admitted, "you kept me going, Vera."

"We won't lose each other, not ever again," Vera said, "you kept me going too, Minho," she whispered the last part.

He pulled her closer, cherishing these moments with her, because they knew what it was like to have everything be taken from you in an instant.