𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༒ minho, tmr

twenty-four ~ leaving for the last time

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"Londyn!" Minho screamed as his throat was growing sore from not only yelling but also the sharp fumes emitting from all the fire. 

Londyn hurdled over fallen trees, splashing through the stream which no longer held the bridge. She stopped dead, seeing the flattened hut which was in about the same state as her sanity.

"No," she rasped, tears filling her eyes as she heard the leaves behind her rustle. A part of her hated the Gladers which had used the place as somewhere to hide, but she knew well enough they needed to do it to survive.

She tried to lift the planks that covered what was left of their place, but they barely moved an inch, and she chucked them down frustratedly before falling down into the dirt.

"Whoa, whoa," Minho panted, skidding to his knees next to her. "What are you doing here? It's not safe."

"Everything is gone!" she sobbed angrily, both of her hands clutching the short sleeves of his shirt. "Now we have nothing! No way out, no chance, nothing!"

"That's not true," he said under her wailing, keeping his wits about him as something could have been waiting to strike all the same. "Look, let's get out of here and we can talk--"

"No!" she bawled, wettening the fabric of his shirt as her face fell towards his arm. "This place meant something. All that work! And we got nothing!"

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," he replied, resting his chin on her head as his hand buried itself in her hair. "This is all just stuff. We didn't need it to get where we are now."

"Then why are we still here?!" she asked him, and he hushed her softly. "This is all we ever knew."

Minho knew nothing he said would help, and so he kept his mouth shut, letting her cry until she could barely breathe. Londyn's chest physically hurt as her brain tore up the expectations she had the first time she saw the hope come back.

She pulled away, her eyes puffy and cheeks red, and she had a small graze on her lip. Minho wiped her tears with his thumbs, his brow furrowing at the pain on her face as he hated to see her like this.

"I don't wanna lose you to this," he said calmly. "You're stronger than this. We gotta keep going."

"I was expecting just to say goodbye to all this, not for it to be destroyed."

"I know, baby, I know."

Londyn licked the saltiness from her upper lip, her hands holding onto his wrists tenderly. "What do we do now, then?"

"We pick ourselves the hell up," he started confidently, aside from the emotion written all over his face. "And keep going. We've gotten this far. It's time to let the Glade go. We found that damn way out, and if it's not a way out, at least we tried. But, I got a good feeling, girl-shank. This ain't it."

She wrapped her arms around him after he stood her up, wondering how it would have been if he wasn't there, and not just on that night, but every moment he had been there for her since she got there.

"How much longer?"

"However long it takes," he said with a sigh. There was a short pause. "It's not safe in here, come on."

They got back to Newt and Chuck, who were still standing where they left them. Londyn tried to make it look like she hadn't been crying, wiping the glossiness from under her eyes quickly. 

"Are you all right?" Newt asked with a pat on her back, and as soon as she nodded in response, he hugged her. "You don't seem like it."

"Are any of us?" she whispered, opening her eyes over his shoulder to look at the awful state their home was in.