the maze runner gif series; 'running'

[30] Minho | part one |

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You were Minho's girlfriend, maybe you still were. . . Minho didn't know. Every single night he thought about what happened. It was a movie that played out when he closed his eyes or when he heard the door close again. 

Everything was going fine, Minho was happy for the first time in the Glade, but then one night you didn't come back from your run. He waited in front of the doors checking his watch every single second knowing you had to come back, you were going to come back. The doors slowly started closing making the noise they always do, but the noise felt so much more heartbreaking. It teared through Minho ripping him apart in little pieces, stomping on him. 

"[Your name]!" He screamed into the Glade Newt and Alby right behind him in case of any rash decisions. The agony was visible on his face. The usual happy expression he had when thinking of you wasn't there. 

There was a metre left. Just one metre. He kept telling himself you would make it, that you were capable and would never leave him alone in the Glade. Deep inside he knew it was a lie, that he was lying to himself. 

The doors closed, no even a sliver of space left. Minho fell to his knees losing the strength he once held in his legs. His eyes were still fixed on the doors, hoping this was some sort of sick joke, hoping that you had been hiding in the Glade all this time. 

He didn't know how long he sat there tears slowly streaming down his face until there weren't any tears left anymore. Just looking at the wall that made sure he would never hold you again. 

"How long has he been sitting there?" Minho heard someone's voice as if they were at the opposite end of a tunnel with miles between them. 

"Since the doors closed." 

"No one thought it would be a good idea to get him away?" 

A hand was put on Minho's shoulder. "Let's get something to eat." 

Suddenly Minho was blinded by rage, it was racing through his body replacing all the sadness he once felt. "We're just gonna eat. As if someone didn't just die," he spat. The disgust was clear on his face. 

"We need to let go," Newt said. "It's hard, but we won't do them any good if we just pity ourselves."

"You didn't know them. They were my everything, and you're asking me to let go. For shuck's sake we haven't seen a body yet. They can't be dead. They can't be. They could've survived, right? It's [your name]." 

Newt saw something break in Minho right there. Minho became something Newt never expected him to be, a desperate man clinging onto the smallest sliver of hope. 

Minho chuckled, he sounded almost insane. "If someone can survive it's [your name]."

Minho frantically searched the maze the next week coming back more and more disappointed every day. He slowly came to the realisation that you were gone and that nothing was going to bring you back. 

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Everyone was panting as they just escape the maze, they were covered in slime, blood and dirt. Minho slowly walked behind the group, every single thing ached. He was taking everything in, this was where WCKD operated. 

"Bloody hell." 

"What is it?" 

"That's [your name]." Newt pointed at a picture of you on a screen. The more they looked the more picture of you they began to find. The first ones were you in the Glade, but there were also more recent ones, were you looked older, of you in a desert. 

"What did they do to them?" Minho asked. There were a lot of 'innocent' pictures if he could call it that, but there were some that horrified him. One picture showed you laying on a bed with a needle in your arm. You're bones are showing , have bags under your eyes and you look paler than ever.

"What if they're . . ." He was afraid to say it. He didn't want to give himself hope again to have it all teared apart later by WKCD. The word simply couldn't pass his lips. 

Minho shook his head. "Let's get out of here." 

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and fuck, just realised there's a part two of this imagine that i didn't look at yet. . . i am going insane in my house and need to be let out to do something. now more than ever i just have this  unrealistic dream of the future. 

if you could do anything in the future -- like anything -- how would your insane ideal unrealistic future look?