Maze Runner One Shots (Requests Open)

Home (Sonya)

Sonya's P.O.V

I sat by the ocean watching the waves move in and out. They should be calming, but they just made me feel worried. To be fair almost everything here did. The smell of the salt, the sunshine on my face, and the wonderful warmth everyone else seemed to love only left me with this bittersweet feeling. I never told anyone though. It wasn't exactly the happiest or easiest topic to discuss.

"Hey Sonya,"Y/N greeted, taking a seat next to me.

"Hey,"I said back, still looking out at the sea.

"It's nice, huh?"

"Yeah. I guess,"I shrugged.

"It's nothing like the Spring though,"She stated. I turned to her surprised. I didn't really think the maze was something anyone would want to remember.

"I miss it too,"She whispered.

"You do?"I asked quietly.

"All the time. Just because I'm fond of one place, just because I'm happier most of the time here, doesn't mean I don't think of the good times we all had in what was once our home."

"Yeah. We did have some nice time there, didn't we?"

"That was practically a given since we were there for years. From having days where we just skated to Blondie nights, there will always be things I'll miss there."

I nodded and kept my gaze at the distance. It was nothing but blue for miles upon miles.

"What are you looking at?"She asked.

"I don't know. Just straight ahead I guess."

"Exactly,"She stated, without further explanation. I looked at her expectantly. What did she mean by that? Was it supposed to be an obvious thing?

"You're looking ahead because it's brighter right now. The sun is setting behind us,"She started before taking a deep, long breath.

"Right now the distance is more desirable. Tomorrow morning it will be the opposite. We'll want to look behind the direction we currently are,"She clarified.

"So the distance is the future and behind us is the past?"I guessed.

"Exactly. We'll always switch back and forth between which one we want the most. However, there's one thing that determines that answer."

"Which is?"I asked.

She didn't say anything. Instead, she reached for my hand and held it up before kissing it. I ignored the tint of red on my cheeks but not the smile that can't help but appear when she's around. At that moment everything seemed to be okay.

That's when I realized what she was talking about.

"The present,"I said, partly to her and partly to myself. She smiled at me and nodded.

"Yeah. Small moments like this make sure you don't worry about the future or miss the past. Little moments with the people you love are what make today good. Because you know what home truly is?"

"What?"

"Home is where family is. Those times you miss all have others in it. If you were all alone there what would you miss? Maybe not being so hot all the time, but what would you need that truly matters to you?"

I genuinely tried to come up with some idea of what would constantly be on my mind if I was completely alone. Not a single thing came up. Everything I loved about the Spring had memories of other people.

"Nothing,"I answered confidently.

"Then, there you go."

"What about the people that aren't here though?"I asked, almost silently.

I instantly regretted the word when I was met with no response. Then, she ran her hands through my hair. I felt her tuck something behind my ear. A flower.

"Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't here. Remember that when you wake up, okay?"She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm always here,"She repeated with no explanation. "Now wake up."

A particularly strong gust of wind came over me. I looked to see if she felt it, but Y/N had just vanished. That's when I realized the sky had gotten far darker as well. To top it off I was leaning against a tree next to me.

"Oh. It was a dream,"I mumbled. "A stupid, stupid dream,"I uttered, running a frustrated hand through my hair. As I did something fell out. I looked next to me to see what.

It was a flower, and it was in the exact same spot Y/N had placed it.

"You're still looking after me, aren't you?"I asked. The only thing I got back was another gust of wind.

"I miss you too Y/N. I love you,"I whispered, looking at the flower in my hands.

Even in death she found a way to make me feel better. She would always be my little miracle worker. In life or death she would always be my angel.

She would never truly leave me because she was home. Home isn't something you can get rid of.

That's probably the most beautiful thing about missing someone you love. You know the miss you just as much. Love doesn't die, and neither did she.