"Welcome to paradise, baby," Minho said, giving Vera a lazy grin.
He pulled her towards him, and she buried her head in his chest.
"We made it," she mumbled.
"We made it," he repeated.
That night was filled of both tears of happiness and sadness. They made it to the paradise, the Safe Haven. They lost a lot of friends a long the way, made new enemies, and forgave the old ones.
It was lifetime ago that Vera and Minho sat in her in the Homestead, in the safety of the Glade, the only home they ever knew. They talked about the future, about a home in a city, this was far from the future they talked about.
They grew up with each other, grew up in the Glade, raising themselves when they should have had their parents there to raise them. They have should have been going to school, dealing with meaningless teenage drama, but this was their life, the life they built from the ground up.
They were children when they first entered the Glade, children when WICKED took them for theirs homes.
But they made it.
They made it for the ones they lost.
For Alby.
For Chuck.
For Clint.
For Jeff.
For Winston.
For Newt.
They made it for each other.
They made it for themselves.
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MISTAKE | Minho / The Maze Runner
Fanfiction"I'm not going anywhere, shuckface." In which a girl falls for a boy in the worst possible time and place. [ The Maze Runner ] Minho x oc All rights go to James Dashner
