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Sorry, but all I want now is to surrender [Minho]

I'm sitting in the front seat of an old truck and looking at the brightly burning stars in the sky. They seem so far away and so hot. The cold struck through my clothes, but I don’t even shudder. My chest gently heaves and the lungs fill with air, so cold and disgusting.

Various thoughts come into my head, they don’t allow me to sleep, although I don’t remember when was the last time I slept, fatigue can’t prevail over the active brain.

Cranks.

These creatures can never fade from my memory. I can’t allow myself to become such a nasty, distraught creature. They scared me to death, I didn’t believe that we survived it, I couldn’t understand how Minho could fall asleep? I doubted that someday I could.

I remember the voice that recently sounded in my head, I definitely knew its owner, but Swipe did its part and I don’t remember anything. Just to remember who it is. What role did this person play in my life? Memory stubbornly didn’t want to return to me and I experienced impotent rage.

Minho moved on the next seat, one of his eyes opened and he looked at me, half asleep.

"Why ain’t you sleeping?" he asked in displeasure, propping on his elbow and opening the second eye. “We have a long day tomorrow!”

"Minho, I can’t sleep, I..." I stopped, couldn’t say it out loud.

"Listen, we must find others tomorrow, we must go further, and for this you need to sleep," Minho spoke kindly, I had a feeling that I was insane.

"I know, I'm really tired, but the thoughts in my head don’t let me sleep. I'm really scared.”

“Is there really something that can scare you?” Sarcasm is his main feature. "Look, I'm scared too, but I don’t want to think about anything bad now, I enjoy calm, peaceful and quiet moment. You too must learn.”

"It's just that I... I can’t..." I chewed on the words making Minho really angry, he didn’t like it when I was afraid to tell him anything.

“What do you want to say?” he asked, sitting, realizing that the conversation was to be a long one.

“You see, Cranks, WICKED, deaths, trials - it's all too much for me,” I looked at him for just a moment and then looked again at the sky. "I am tired of the constant threat, you know? All I want now is...” I knew that I could never admit it to Minho.

“What do you want?” he was stubborn even now, although he knew that it was hard for me to talk about such topics.

"Sorry, but all I want now is to surrender," I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes and inhaling the dusty air.

“Really?” he arched an eyebrow trying to hide true emotions. “After all that we had to suffer you want to stop?”

“Try to understand, I think that it shouldn’t be like that, it's just a mistake. Me and you, we are just teenagers, but we gradually turn into God knows who! Minho, I'm scared, I'm very scared! I'm afraid that I will never see Newt and the others, that something will happen to you and I'll be left alone!”

"That's why we have to move! We can change everything, if we pass all the trials, we will get even with the Creators and return to normal life!” he said with aspiration, provocatively, as if the commander before the attack.

"Minho..." I exhaled and looked down at the floor of the cabin.

"Don’t be silly! We need to sleep,” he climbed from his seat to mine, lay down next to me.

Our views crossed and we both froze. His breath burned my lips, I closed my eyes and his lips touched mine. He kissed me very slowly and gently, and I could only respond. His hands fell on my waist, he pulled me closer to him. So we lay for a couple of minutes, interrupting the kiss for a short sigh.

Minho's forehead rested against mine. A smile lit up his face, so happy and calm that I couldn’t help but smile back.

I put my head on his shoulder. In the warm ring of his hands I was finally covered by fatigue and closed my eyes. Soon the dream came to me.

When I was half-awake, I heard a voice that seemed to break through the veil between me and my memory, so painfully familiar. The young man's voice didn’t sound loud in my head. It was imbued with pain, condemnation, misunderstanding and sadness.

"Teresa?”