BROKEN HEART - the maze runner

07

We were approaching the western border of the city. On the horizon in front of us were the mountains, where we were supposed to find the Right Arm troops, while behind us the sun was burning the skin on the back of our necks. However, I left a part of my heart behind.

I tightened my grip on the straps of my backpack. spitting at myself for making me want to cry again. But how could I not cry? I left Danny. Alone, sick and... barely alive. He was my guardian. friend and father. which I didn't have. And I abandoned him. I was left in the care of death. Who exactly was I?

Who was I?

So I shuffled on. I was somewhere in the middle of the procession; out of the corner of my eye I saw legs walking in front of me. but I also heard footsteps behind me. I didn't pay much attention to the world around me. I stared at my shadow, to which I sent contemptuous glances.

What was he? The shadow of a person who sentenced his loved ones to a lonely death?

I stared hard enough not to notice two other shadows that surrounded mine. Only when someone elbowed me did I snap out of my reverie.

-Ellie- Minho chirped in my ear. - A few minutes have passed and I already miss your wonderful voice.

-I'm not in the mood - I muttered. I really wasn't up to chatting.

-You're terribly ugly when you make a sad face- Frypan added on my other side. I knew he was just trying to cheer me up, but he still got hit in the head by the Asian for it. -Fuck, for what?

-About your tongue, Stinky,- he growled. Then he turned his attention back to me. -Ellie, think how happy everyone is to have you here with us.I would do a somersault, but I can't.

-Teresa is not really enthusiastic-  I noticed.

Everyone saw it, and she didn't hide it too much. She walked forward with her head held high, proud and haughty, allowing only Thomas to approach her. When anyone else even tried to pass by, the girl immediately moved away as if she was dealing with Cranks. And on those extreme occasions when her eyes met mine, she snorted like a bristling cat. Not that I regretted it much... well, actually, I didn't care at all.

-Screw Teresa - Minho waved his hand dismissively. - Teresa doesn't want you, we don't want Teresa. Three to zero. We win.

-I guess three to...

-Zero.

I rolled my eyes. I didn't see the point in continuing to argue with him because Minho was impossible to talk to. He said something and that's how it was supposed to be. But that's what I loved most about him. This carefreeness. Where did he get it?-

-Four,- added Winston, coming from behind. - I'm with you.

I looked at him over my shoulder and grimaced at the sight I saw. The boy was barely panting, sweat mixed with pain on his gray face, and his hand kept going to his stomach, where the nasty souvenirs of Cranks were. Still, he wanted to support the boys in cheering me on.

It was for him that I smiled then. Honestly.

We stopped in front of a tall mountain of sand. Everyone froze in their own way for a moment (Minho even sat down on the sand and didn't want to get up, but Newt and Frypan brutally helped him), but after a while everyone was climbing the sandy slope. My feet sank with each step, but I bravely pushed on.

-Is everything okay? - Thomas turned and looked at Winston, who was panting more and more.

-Yes.

I snorted, unconvinced, but didn't comment on it.