𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐏𝐀𝐇 - the deep emotional bond between people, especially those separated by distance or death.
The Maze Runner fan-fiction
Minho x fem!OC
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"That was rude of you yesterday," he tells me sternly. "I was just trying to talk to you."
I twist around in my hammock, shaking my head. "Leave me alone."
"Still rude. How dare you?"
Once I open my eyes, he'll be gone. I know that. This might already be the fifth time this stupid vision shows up at my hammock in the morning. And every time I open my eyes, he's gone.
But I have trouble opening my eyes. I don't want him to go, even though he's a tad annoying. The old Minho was always a tad annoying, but in the best way possible. The new one also is, but he's not as reasonable.
"You're not real." Finally, I peel my eyes open. The bright daylight blinds me for a moment, like it always does—I mean literally, I go through the days while squinting my eyes—and when I'm used to it, I trail my eyes to Minho's spot.
He remains standing. He's grinning, his arms crossed.
The grin betrays he can't be real. Can't be.
"I am," he tells me. "Damn, you look like shit. I like your hair this way, though. But you still look like shit."
My skin crawls. I stand up, slowly, rubbing my eyes. "You feel more like a ghost haunting me than a person who's actually there."
"Okay, poet. That's also a bit rude. Are you going to neglect me forever?"
"If I'd reach for you right now, I'd grab air."
"Try me."
My eyes narrow. "I don't want to. You'll vanish," I murmur.
"Pua, come on." He opens his arms.
After a second of hesitation, I step forward. I need him gone anyway.
Minho smiles in satisfaction as I wrap one arm around him. I'm convinced I actually feel his skin, the material of his clothes, his breath, but then I blink, and I'm just hugging air.
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I'm sitting outside, waiting for the stars to come. They never actually do, though. I just wait. One day, I'll see the stars.
He promised he'd find a way out and then he'd show me the stars.
Right now, I think his original idea is more likely to happen: he'll beat me up and then I'll see stars as well.
Just then, his voice cuts through the quiet.
"You're not sleeping again?"
I don't look at him.
"Not real," I clutch the blanket tighter around my shoulders.
"You keep saying that, but I'm right here." His voice is closer now, like he's sitting right behind me.
