The Girl Who Fell From The Moon | Maze Runner

Chapter 7: End This Suffering

Cassidy's POV 

When I woke up, they found the exit to the Maze. Just kidding- I wish. In reality, no one really noticed that I blacked out. I probably only blacked out for a few seconds, however, that moment would haunt me forever. There was only one thing I could think of doing at that moment, so, that's exactly what I went and did.

"Minho!" I cried as I ran towards the dark-haired boy in the distance. As soon as I shrieked his name, his head snapped up and his eyes instantly found mine. He was currently talking to some random Glader and he was holding a couple of papers in his hand, but as soon as he saw me, he lost all interest in his conversation and he dropped his papers. He probably realized that something had gone terribly wrong because I was running towards him as fast as I could with tears brimming the edges of my eyes, so in response, he also began running towards me, obviously way faster.

"Cassandra" he breathed as he finally got to me. Instead of responding, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest. He smelled so good. He smelled like Minho.

I sighed heavily as he enclosed me in his strong and huge arms. He didn't ask me what was wrong and that just made me even more thankful for him. I allowed myself to finally feel safe while hugging him, and I let my guard down. I could feel tears brimming my eyes, but I knew that if I let them spill, my mascara would start running and I would look like a raccoon.

Eventually, Minho pulled back and placed his hands on either side of my face, making my cheeks heat up.

"Deep breaths Cassie," he whispered to me as his eyes stared into mine, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head in response. As much as I wanted to spill all my secrets and unburden myself, I knew that telling him would just make him worried. So, instead of telling him anything, I turned around and headed back to the homestead.

Both Minho and I are not very good with feelings and emotions, so with one last worried glance in my direction, he picked his papers back up and carried on with his conversation. As if nothing happened.

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Caassssiiiiidddyyyyyyyyyy, Thomas' annoying voice echoed throughout my brain.

Thhhhooooommmmmaaasssss, I stretched his name out even longer in response.

We are playing truth or dare- wanna come? Thomas asked. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Oh yes- I'm so gonna beat you, I shot back.

One hour later, Thomas, Minho, Newt, Ben, Gally and a few others including me, clumsily sat in a circle-like shape very drunk on Gally's drink.

"Okay, Ben, truth or dare?" Ben slurred.

"Dare," He replied because there was a limit on how many truths you could pick and he was running out of them. In response, the boys around me began to whisper very loudly, trying to come up with the worst thing they possibly could.

"We dare you to let Cassidy give you a makeover" Newt smirked. I squealed out of delight because I had so much makeup and hair supplies that I could make Ben look like Minho.

"Slinthead" Ben shot back while glaring at everyone in the group. I got up and went to my room, bringing back a hair curler, lipstick, mascara, highlighter, an eyelash curler and a whole bag full of other makeup supplies.

I sat down next to Ben and began my masterpiece. Normally, I would feel uncomfortable being this close to someone because they could see a pimple on my forehead that even the makeup I wore every day failed to cover up, however, I was drunk and so was Ben, and so, I thought very little about it.