➊ 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, ᵗᵐʳ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟓: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

Simon was right. I didn't sleep at all that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like I was being watched. His presence never really left my side.

So when I woke up or rather stopped trying to sleep, I got out of my cabin and walked towards the maze. The walls were still closed, obviously, but that didn't stop me from sitting in front of those doors.

I lay there, watching the stones, not thinking about anything. All I knew for sure was that I would never step back inside.

I didn't move until I heard the sound of footsteps crushing against the slippery grass. Eventually, I looked up at the figure that sat next to me.

Minho.

I stared away, clutching my knees up to my chest and keeping this silence a little longer. The Glade was always noisy, and when I ran all I heard was my calloused breathing. So I took this moment of silence before the day began. It couldn't last forever and Minho had to ruin my peace.

"We're assigned together." He said in a whisper. One of his legs lay completely on the ground while he held his other knee to his chest.

"I'm not going back," I added, still not looking at him.

He posed for a moment, probably waiting to see if I would explain my reasoning, but really, there was nothing to explain.

"Why not?" He asked.

"I don't wanna go back." Was all that came out of my mouth, and all that was processing in my mind.

"Yeah, but why?" He sighed.

"You fought for days to be a Runner, and now what, you're giving all that up because yesterday was bad?"

I finally looked at him, frowning my brows. I get what he was trying to say, he probably had tone of bad days and even if he wanted, he couldn't sign off.

"Weren't you the one that never wanted me to be a Runner anyway?"

"Well I changed my mind, you're the closest we've ever been to getting out of here."

"Well, I do too." I was never crossing the path of the maze again. Hawk lived there, or rather his soul did.

"Asinego, come on, we can't lose one of the best runners we've got." He couldn't just try to boost my ego to get me to run back.

"Too bad it's not my problem anymore."

He sighed and got back up. I could tell by the footsteps of a few other Gladers that the day was about to begin, meaning he had to go run.

"Fine whatever you say, I'll let you deal with Alby once he finds out you redesigned." He scoffed silently, his jaw tightening as he got away. I paid no mind to where he was going and stayed there on the ground.

But at some point, I had to stir up one way or another. Before I could reach the homestead, a boy caught up with me and tried to get my attention. I didn't look at him, because what I was saying earlier would only keep on happening.

"Evelyn! Wait up!" I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the boy was anyone, it was Gally. I haven't talked to him ever since he gave me the papers. And ever since I got this strange note about myself with the gaseline.

"Gally?" I turned around and raised an eyebrow, still with the same fed-up expression on my face. If he wanted a smile he would have to earn it.

"Uhm hey, I've been trying to talk to you all week, it's almost like you're avoiding me." He said and moved closer to whisper so that only we could hear what was coming out of his mouth. "Did you figure out anything?"