Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Interlinked (Part 2)

For months, I just kept telling myself to move on. I knew that it was best to forget about the boy in my dreams and get on with my life. It wasn't as if they even meant anything.

Still, I refused to sleep now. Because I knew when I closed my eyes the stranger, Aris, he would come back to me. The thing is that I truly love this figment of my own imagination, this story that has too much comfort and hurt to be real.

It's waking up that's the actual problem. I always wake up crying. Even if it was the happiest dream I’ve ever had, the ache in my chest made it impossible to savor.

Now though, I’m sure that there's something else. It's just unrealistic to have whatever these are be this consistent. Shuck, I’d even say downright impossible.

I don't want to see him. Not when it only becomes more and more clear that this isn't just a fever dream. I think that these might be memories. Actual memories.

Whatever they are, they always hurt. The second I wake up the soulmate that I may have never met, that I may never see again, is gone.

Forcing my eyes open, I held them with my hands as I told myself not to go to sleep. If I could go two days without it, what's one more?

I was scaring the Gladers. I knew that, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't see him anymore. It killed me.

Looking out the window, I saw the sun just barely rising. Slowly standing up, I leaned against the wall to dress myself. Feeling like I was going to faint at each movement, I tried not to cry at the way he was still taking over my mind. That, and the skull splitting headache that made me want to throw up and die.

Pretending that everything was fine, I opened my door to the sound of the early birds chirping, the hens and cows starting to move, and some other Runners getting ready for the Maze earlier than usual. Not even waving, I forced my eyes open again as I tried to do the same only to nearly fall over a second time. Regaining my balance, I stood up to see Minho right in front of me.

“You look like klunk. When was the last time you slept?”He interrogated.

“Last night,”I lied.

“Yeah right. You don't just fall over after sleeping all night.”

“I just tripped over something,”I snapped before my eyes shut against my will again. Quickly opening them, I spotted his crossed arms and stern gaze.

“You're going to sleep.”

“I don't need-”
“No. You cannot run in the Maze like this. It's dangerous, it’ll slow you down, and it’ll kill you. Go to bed.”

“But Alby-”
“I’ll explain everything.”

“But I-”
“Sleep. Don't think I haven't noticed someone walking around in the middle of the night.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,”I lied again.

“I’ve been mapping late, and I’ve seen you going through the Deadheads and back. I should have told him the first time.”

“I’m not going to bed,”I repeated.

“Don't make me get Alby on you.”

“He doesn't scare me,”I scoffed.

“Well, his lecture would. Sleep before he has to give you one.”

“Oh my shucking god. I hate you,”I scowled, turning back to my hut. Slamming the door, I flopped on my bed and screamed into the makeshift pillow. Everything sucks. Everything in the world absolutely sucks. I don't want to see him. I can't see Aris. I can't wake up without him beside me again. I can't, I can't, I can't.