𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐏𝐀𝐇 - the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
The Maze Runner fan-fiction
Minho x fem!OC
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"And?" I jolt after Nick the second he exists the Homestead. "Does he remember? Or did he at least say something good?"
"Eh." Nick scratches the back of his head. Readjusts his glasses.
My heart sinks. "Oh."
"He's very... very angry. I would stay away from him for a while. Let him take his time. Maybe he'll remember over time. Right now, he believes the wrong things about you."
"Why? How? I was always nice, right? I was kind and nice as long as he was kind and nice back, which he might've not always been, but still—"
"Zee. It doesn't matter. We can't change it."
"Can't I make him remember? Somehow? I can show him the butterfly, and the braiding manual, and—"
"I don't think that's a good idea. Honestly. Just let it go for today at least," Nick sighs out. "He nearly threw a chair at my head."
I stare at Nick, the weight of his words hitting hard. Minho, angry.
"Nearly threw a chair at you?" I repeat, my voice small, disbelieving.
Nick shrugs like it's no big deal, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes dart nervously toward the Homestead. "He's not himself, Zee. Just give him some space."
Space. I hate that word. Space is what they say when they don't want you around. When they think you're a problem. Which I now am, I guess.
"I can't just stay away," I say, my voice shaky but growing more desperate. "He—he doesn't even remember me, Nick! He remembers some twisted version of me. I can fix it!"
Nick frowns, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Listen, sometimes people need time to—"
"I don't have time!" I shout. My pulse pounds in my ears, and I feel like I'm going to explode. "I don't have time for him to slowly piece things together while he's sitting in there, hating me for whatever! He's my best friend. Since the beginning, he's been there. Always—"
Nick steps back, startled by the outburst, but he recovers quickly. "I get it. I really do. But he's confused. You can't force him to remember. It'll only make him angrier."
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it all out, trying to steady my breathing. But it's not working. None of this is working.
I take a step back, away from Nick. I don't want to hear anymore. My chest feels tight. My eyes are filling with tears.
"Here." He wraps his arms around me, pressing my head against his chest. I'm able to hear his heart, beating steadily but fast. "I'm sorry, Zee."
Quiet sobs leave my mouth. I do my best to muffle them into Nick's shirt. My cheeks grow red from shame— crying, in the middle of the Glade.
Whatever. No shame needed. The only one who would laugh at it will certainly not do that right now.
"Can't you talk to him?" I whisper.
"Not today. But I'll try. Every day. One time, every single day," Nick promises as he walks us to the Homestead, his hand on my back.
"Okay," I hiccup in reply. "Thank you."
"You should get something to eat and then rest. I've got other things to handle."
