Her Heart Belongs to Him- (TMR Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Part 22- Say Your Goodbye

I fell asleep, I didn't wsnt to look yesterday. Besides, it was getting quite late already and I just didn't have the strength to run around the Glade and ask everyone for the note. 

I had to keep a low profile anyway. Anyone could've taken that note, maybe even Minho or Newt. Newt had been able to sneak it away from right under my nose before, he could've done it again.

Whoever had it, shouldn't know I was looking for it. If that note was gone, we would never know who send me the small box and who probably worked for WICKED in the first place. 

I sigh softly before getting out of my hammock. It was time to run, and clear my head a little. Running seemed to do that to me, it relaxed me. It felt like I had been running all my life, while in reality I only ran for a month of two.

Well, at least from the time I could remember. 

Maybe I was a professional sprinter or something before I came up! I shake that thought away when I walk to the Doors of the Maze. A professional sprinter of the age 15 or younger? Don't think so.

I arrive at the Westdoors, not seeing Minho anywhere. I wait passionetly, only to see him arrive when the doors just open. 

"You're late," I mock before running in, closely followed by the Keeper.

"Shut up, Nessa," He says playfully as he gives me a little push. "You're doing your own paperwork today."

"Minhooo." I whine silently. Minho did my paper- and mapping work quite often, and it gave me some more time alone. 

"I can't do my own mapping, anyway." I huff. I had to find the note-taker, and that would take time. I realise my mistake just too late. I had to keep a low profile, and I was about to tell someone about the missing note. 

That could've gone horribly wrong.

"Why not?" He asks while turning a corner. 

"Just kidding, just didn't want to do the work." I say quickly. He stares at me for a moment, before smiling. He seems to buy the excuse. Score!

"You lazy Shank." 

"Don't call me Shank," I say while pushing him back slightly. He does the same, and we continue pushing each other while still running for a few moments.

Until we both push at the same time, and hit each others hands, making us both fall to the floor. I land on my back, just as Minho. We both immediatly erupt in laughter, but don't make a move to get up. 

"Small break?" I suggest.

"Small break." He confirms.

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We have just been talking for a while now, not really discussing anything unusual or anything, just small talk. 

We laugh because of the small jokes that are made by the other, we are simply having a good time.

This good time is cut short when a loud screech runs through the air. It is not a Grievers, nor a Beetle Blade (if those things even make any noise)

It is louder, and more scrachty. Minho and I seem to understand what is happening just at the same time, and finally we are able to tell what the sound actually is. 

"Stone against stone." I mutter, panick clear in my voice as I shoot up, Minho doing the exact same. We start to run as fast as we can, but we both know that it is a lost case. 

"We're never gonna make it." I tell the Asian boy. He just ignores me, sprinting even faster. I follow suit, not wanting to stay alone in the Maze.

Especially not if those Doors close and we are locked here for the night. 

"We could make it," Minho tells me, while panting loudly. "If we don't..." He trails off, obviously not ready for the idea of dying by the hand on the Grievers. 

We turn another corner, and another. And that is when we hear it. A loud Boom. The Doors have officially closed.

And Minho and I are offically stuck in the Maze. 

Minho stops running abruptly, almost making me hit his back, before he moves to the ground slowly. He leans against a wall behind him, and I hear a faint sob leaves his throat.

He his not crying, but it is obvious that he is fighting back tears. "We're dead." He says in a soft voice. "We should say our goodbyes before we get eaten alive." 

He looks me straight in the eyes, completely serious about the statement he just made. He was giving up. He was really giving up. 

"Minho, we shouldn't-"

"Say your goodbye, Vanessa." He almost shouts. "Please, for me. If we won't be able to say our goodbyes now, we will regret it forever."

Tears have formed in his eyes, and I decide to take the spot next to him. 

"You were there for me since the beginning, Minho." I say softly, looking at the wall across for us. "And even though we had a small fight along the way, I will always be grateful for how you took my side and protected me." 

Now tears are in my eyes as well. Two falling softly down my cheeks, making a suicide drop to the ground from my chin. 

"Nessa, my little Shank," He starts, a small smile on his face as he is ablt to look at me directly. "You are a stubborn kid, but that is what I like about you. You take risks, and that is exactly what we needed in here. Newt will miss you, that's sure. But I am also sure that I will miss you twice as much."

"It was an honour to run with you," I sob. "But let's use our last hours together for another awesome adventure."

He smiles, making a smile appear on my features as well. "Sounds like a plan."