You and Minho were inseparable. You were closer than anyone else in the glade.

You ate together, shared a hammock, got drunk, and did chores. Just friend stuff.

But when Minho went on one of his runs into the maze, you had to hang out with the new greenie -- Thomas.

Thomas wasn’t awful; he just talked a lot.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” he asked, pointing at the maze entrance. The gladers were yelling for Minho to ‘hurry up’.

“C’mon,” you said, taking his hand and dragging him to the crowd.

“What’s going on?” You asked Gally. He just pointed toward the maze. You squinted, adjusting to the darkness.

Minho walked slowly, limping with his hand on his leg. It was getting dark, and the maze doors were already starting to shut. You hesitated, knowing he wouldn’t make it out with a bad leg.

You glanced at Thomas, who wasn’t really paying attention. After thinking carefully, you ran into the maze. The door sealed shut just as you reached Minho.

The noise from the other gladers faded away.

“Well, that was a rash decision,” Minho mumbled, staring at you.

Later that night, the moon was your only light.

You both sat down for a break, ready in case a Griever was heard.

“You don’t hate me, right?” You mumbled, noticing his leg covered in cuts.

“Could never hate you,” he replied, resting his head against the cold concrete wall.