My name is Jay. At least that's what I think it is? I keep trying to remember who I am or where I come from but the only thing that keeps coming to mind is a face. The face of a boy with shaggy blonde hair and piercing golden brown eyes. He always looks like he has a permanent frown on his face. I have this burning passion to be with him, for him to remember me. How can I want this stranger to remember me if I don't even know who I am? -This story takes place in the first installment of the Maze Runner Movies. I do not own the story or the characters. Jay's story does belong to me.
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