One Shots

Letting Go. - Maze Runner

Written by Krazy_Krafter. Warning: this was meant to be sad:(
Italics=memories
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Minho sighed as he looked out over the beautiful, glistening water. He was literally in paradise, but his heart felt heavy, and he was mentally exhausted and devastated. There was so much destruction, so much to mourn, yet only one person played on his mind.

It was black, and there was a rushing feeling, as if he were in an elevator. Minho could not remember anything but his name. He could hear yelling and screaming, signifying there was at least five other people with him. He felt around, and his fingers brushed over wire walls.

If only he had told him. He remember looking into his eyes, back at the Crank Palace, the words on the tip of his tongue, only to be interrupted by a a group of Cranks walking over. At least they weren't past the Gone. He would be partially safe. Minho wondered if he was savage and/ or fully insane by now. Minho of course, had no idea of his loved one's fate because Thomas hadn't, and had no intention to tell him. Or did he?

Suddenly the rattling and jerking movements of the box like things they were in slowing jutted to an end. Light spilled in from door that creaked open over Minho and the others. He could now see their faces. He scanned them, all of them male, and one stood out.

Minho heard people laughing and joking around him, as if they didn't have a care in the world, anyone to miss, anything to fret over. He glared at a particularly loud bunch of girls, giggling and constantly looking over at a group of boys swimming in the beautiful shores. He sighed and shut his eyes. "Stupid straight kids" he murmered.

About a week into their time in the Maze, the Gladers or as they had called themselves, were settling into a routine. There were jobs set, chores you had to do and rules you had to go by. As strange as the whole experience was, Minho found he was getting used to living in the way that Alby had organized. Everybody immediately saw him as a leader, for he clearly possessed the most authority of the group.

Minho twisted his head to the side where Brenda and Thomas were whispering together as they held hands and sat on the beach. It was painfully obvious how in love they were. Despite Minho's internal battle, tears pricked the back of his eyes and fell fast and thick into his lap. He sprang to his feet and ran into the thin and welcoming looking forest just off to the side. He didn't want anyone to see him cry. He ran for a little while then let himself sink to the ground, his back resting against a willow tree. Minho's vision was blurred as the tears had not ceased in the slightest. It took a while for him to realize what type of tree he as leaning against. When he did, his steady flow of tears turned into great sobs.

Minho was in the newly crafted graveyard, standing in front of the only tombstone with his head bowed. The tombstone read the word George. Suddenly Minho felt a presence next to him. He looked up to be welcomed by warm blue(? His eyes were blue right..?) and long blonde hair. Despite to somber feeling that lay heavy in the air, Minho forced a smile and received one in return. The tension seemed to ease a little. The boy next to Minho was good like that. He looked up and addressed their surroundings by saying," He couldn't have been laid in a more beautiful place to rest. Surrounded by willow trees." Then, looking lost in thought he added," My favourite."

After what seemed like an eternity, Minho stopped crying. He just sat there,exhausted. A heavy ache settled in his heart and he knew that it would always be there. Because of him. Because of the only person he would and could ever love. Minho knew that would never change. He knew that his heart would always belong to someone who he would never see again. And it hurt.

Out of the corner of Minho's eye he saw Thomas approach him. He furiously wiped at his eyes, ridding his face of any left over tears. It was clear that Thomas has seen, but Minho was glad he didn't say anything. He just sat in front of Minho and they stayed in a comfortable silence for a few moment. Then Thomas spoke up.

"I need to tell you something,"

Minho's breathe caught in his throat and he asked what it was, half regretting doing so. The guilty and forlorn expression on Thomas's face unnerved him. Thomas then took a deep breath in.

"You know how Newt gave me that note, after we found out he wasn't immune?" Thomas asked.

Minho nodded, feeling confused and devastated at hearing that name.
Thomas took another deep breathe in and a tear slipped out from under his eyelashes.

"It said," he croaked, full on crying now." It s-said 'If you're really m-my friend, sh-shoot me," Thomas was sobbing now.

Minho's heart had stopped. "And?" He whispered.
Thomas looked up at him from bloodshot and red eyes.

"I-I did,"

Minho's world crashed around him. It was as if it was falling apart right before his eyes. But Thomas didn't see to realize how much Newt actually meant to Minho. Minho wanted to scream, to attack Thomas. He wanted to cry, to sob, even to just jump off a cliff to be with his loved one. But he realized what doing that had done to Thomas. He knew that he hadn't wanted to shoot Newt, and had only done it for the greater good, or for Newts sake. Minho knew that killing Newt and wrecked Thomas inside and that he shouldn't resent him, but Minho couldn't help but feel a deep anger swirl up from inside him. He took a deep, quick and attempted to calm himself before he did something he would regret.

Minho then turned and headed out of the forest to the beach. He kept walking until he was well away from anyone else. He sat down and took of his shoes. Sand curled around his toes and as he stretched his feet out the ocean water gently tickled his feet. It was peaceful here. Minho sighed. He wished he didn't love someone who was dead. Someone who he will never see again. Someone who didn't leave a huge weight on his heart. But he did. And Minho knew that he must let go. As he went to reach for his shoes, Minho realized that he had a detailed and delicate singular leaf on his shoulder. He recognized it at once. A willow leaf.

After a couple hours later Minho had contrasted a little boat out of leaves, bark and twigs. He was quite proud of it. It was just turning sunset as he set the boat in the water and placed the willow leaf on the top. The gentle breeze slowly pushed it along, as if it were a mother helping a child on their first time on a bicycle. As the boat slowly edged toward the horizen, Minho knew he would never forget, but he also knew that if he didn't move on, then he would live the rest of his life in misery.

The boat was almost out of sight now, just like the sun disappearing behind the water. And slowly the boat disappeared, but it would never truly disappear, just like Minho's love for Newt.

But Minho had taken a big step, and that was just all a part of Letting Go.

Hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think!

~Krafter xx