Minho's p.o.v.
"I feel like I've known him for a lot longer than I have." I comfess as I run my hand down my face in aggravation.
"Shank that's not possible. We were literally nothing without the glade." Newt explains.
"If that's true why do I keep having dreams about him that feel so real?" I ask getting a little angry. The last one was a few nights ago.
It was a stormy evening. The sky was a really dark grey and the trees were dancing along with the howling wind. Me and Thomas were in a feild, we were no older then ten. His whiskey colored eyes gleemed with joy. He loves every dangerous thing nature throws at him.
"Tommy, we should go in before it gets worse." I shyly say trying to hide the fact that I'm terrified of storms.
"Min, are you afraid?" he quietly asks as he sits next to me.
"Yeah, they're really loud and scary." I quietly reply looking into his eyes.
"No they aren't. They're beautiful and amazing. I want to get married in a storm like this." he giggles as his hair blows in every direction. He's so beautiful.
"You can hold my hand if ya want." he added as he held his hand out for me. I silently slid my hand into his watching him soak in the storm.
"Earth to Minho." Newt says waving hishand infront of my face.
"What?" I snap standing to my feet.
"Shank calm down." Newt replies.
"Don't tell me to calm down. You think I'm crazy because I feel, no, I know that i've known him longer then I really have." I yell as I walk away. I know I sound crazy but I know its true.
"Hey Min." Thomas says as he sits next to me. His scent takes me back to some other time I don't remember all too well.
"Hey Tommy. Whats up?" I ask looking over at the older version of the ten year old boy I dream about.
"I just missed you. I haven't seen much of you lately." tommy replies quietly as he plays with his fingers. His whiskey colored eyes seem dull and less full of joy the usual.
"I'm sorry about that. I've just had to think."I reply wrappingmy arm arpund his shoulders pullung him into me.
"Min, can I tell you something?" he asks quietly.
"Always." I smile down at him.
"I've been having dreams of times before the glade and the maze. They feel like memories and they flood my mind." he confesses looking up at me. He has them too?
"How often do they occur?" i question as I subconsciously run my fingers through his soft dark hair.
"They happen a lot. I last night was my most recent one. I was in a feild laying on my back gazing at the sky and then you tell me things might change but I shouldn't let that change who I am even if I dont know who that is because you'd alwaus be there to remind me." he explains as his eyes lock on mine. He's adorable. I love how easy it for him to talk to me.
"Am I in them a lot?" I ask letting my curiosity get the best of me.
"All the time actually. Its like I'm remembering things that never happened." he confesses.
"You're in all of mine. You're always happy and smiling. Its like my mind is being flooded of memories from a past life." I explain the best that I can.
"That's exactly what it feels like. Do you think we were something else before all of this?" he asks looking around the glade.
"I hope so but I know you and I will always be together." I inform before gently kissing him.
