It has been three days since i have last seen Minho. I have called every night and day and everything was going normally. Except this morning. When i called, Minho didnt answer.
I couldn't think. All i could do was worry. I ended up not playing for half the day because i couldnt focus.
What if cranks got into the city?
What if Minho was killed?
What if Minho was taken by W.I.C.K.E.D?
What if i will never see Minho again?
What if Minho.
What if Minho.
Those three words starting all my worries.
But i cant worry about Minho. I know he is very clever and can find away to survive for me. For us.
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My phone sitting on the bedside table. I want to call. I want to know if he is ok. Im so anxious. But somehow i cant do it.
I finally get the courage to call.
It rings three times.
Then someone picks up.
"Cali?" He's out of breathe and whispering.
"Minho? What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Yeah i am fine"
"How come you didn't answer his morning?"
"They are here. They are looking for someone"
"What? Im coming home"
"No. You can't. Its too dangerous"
"But Minho-"
"No Cali, I will never forgive myself if i loose you"
"Fine. Stay careful and dont get taken. I want you to be home when i get home"
"Wow what great advice Cal"
"No problem"
"You stay safe too. You never know they may come to your city next"
"Ok"
"I love you"
"I love you too, stay safe"
"I will"
"Bye stupid shank"
"Bye Cal"
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sister of the keeper of the runners
Fanfictioni am living in a deathly diseased world with my older brother, Minho. people are disappearing left and right. how hard could surviving be?
