Minho imagine, the maze runner

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The walk home was sad. You hang your head to the wall while your brain travelled into thousands of thoughts.

He hates you

That might be true.. You looked over to my old clothes, picking them up. Tears flooded. You felt weak. You couldn't even keep a sibling and boyfriend from hating me.

You looked at your pants more closely. There was a note tucked into my jeans.

It was empty.

You saw a pen on the bedside table.

Dear creators,

I need someone that I can trust.

Yours truly, y/n

You put on my real clothes. That wasn't me. No. It isn't.

You drew into the sand right next to your room until everyone had gone to sleep. And once everyone had, You sprung, running to the box. Tommorow we will get the new supplies.

Maybe they would consider the person I'm suppose to trust would be a supply?

You threw my note into the hard metaled box.

Back at my room it was lonely. No one that could come over.. No one that would just give me company..

You hit your head to the pillow. My head is foggy. You felt sick.. But you weren't sick.

It was guilt

You forced your whole body onto the bed and made yourself let loose from your problems.

Maybe this was a dream? I hope so.

A/n) WOOP the first update in like a month.. So sorry I couldn't write but I've tried very hard in this chapter.

ALSO!! We are nearly at 8k and we are the second most read Minho imagine.. Wew.. [insert sappy speech here]

But in all honesty I literally love you guys with my whole heart even if I don't know any of you 🤓