The Scorch » Minho (On Hold)

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Brenda groaned when she woke. I wasn't exactly sure if she was still hungover or if that's just how she woke up every morning. She sat up on her elbows and let the cloth fall down her face and onto her stomach.

I smiled. "Good morning sunshine."

Brenda looked at me and squinted from the sunlight.

"Hannah?" She asked, her face scrunched.

"In the flesh." I smirked and helped her sit up. "How's your head?"

"Hurts like hell. Did I hit it?"

"Nope. They brought you in, wasted. It's a hangover, sweets." I told her. Brenda groaned again and I laughed. "Come on, B. Up you get."

I helped her to her feet and steadied her as she swayed. Brenda looked over at Thomas and saw him still sleeping before turning away and stumbling towards the couch. I helped her sit down before sitting beside her and handing her a cup of water. She drank thirstily and then handed it back, looking better already.

"I think an apology is in order." She said, quietly.

I raised my eyebrows, annoyed. "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry." She said, quieter.

"You're sorry?" I scoffed. "Yeah right, Brenda."

"No, Han...I mean it." Brenda forced.

I looked down at the cup in my hands and scoffed again. "No one's called me Han since-"

"Your brother died." Brenda finished for me. "I figured."

I looked up and pulled my feet onto the couch, sitting in a small ball.

"You left."

"I know. And it's my fault that Jorge did too." Brenda said.

"No kidding."

"Hannah, I really mean it. You were my best friend and because of some stupid selfish thoughts I had, I just gave it up without a thinking of you. But I was only eleven I didn't know better." Brenda explained.

"No excuses." I snapped. "I was the same age and I didn't leave you. Even if I knew about it, I would have never left you. Or Andy, or Jorge. I loved you guys." I replied.

"And I loved you too. I guess I just thought, your brother would come around soon but in the meantime, I wasn't gonna keep sitting around that city with a bunch if cranks."

I nodded. "I understand. And if Andy hadn't died, I probably wouldn't get it but he did and I do. It's horrifying being in that city, not to mention alone. I could've used you. But I would probably be a whole different person if you were there."

"So you like the way you are?" Brenda asked.

"Hell no. I hate the way I am. I look all warm and fuzzy on the outside. But really, I'm a cold-hearted person. You saw the real me back at the warehouse. The front I'm putting on is...or was...mostly for everyone else." I said.

"Was?"

"Minho..." I said quietly, so no one would hear us. "He's changing me...and on one hand, I don't wanna change. Being alone saves so much heartbreak. But his voice...his touch...his lips....everything that is him has my other hand reeling with emotions and I don't know how to deal with that. I can't tell if I like him...or if I'm just using him as a ticket to the right arm." I complained.

"It's definitely not a ticket. I see it on your face, Hannah. You like him. It's okay to be afraid but don't let it hold you back. You guys could have a future." She said.