maze runner · minho · grief · comfort · emotional support · post-apocalyptic · vulnerable · best friend loss · exhaustion · seeking solace
The Glade lies still beneath a bone-white moon, the only sound a low wind worrying the loose wood of the abandoned map room. Then—a sharp, splintering knock. You open your door to find Minho standing there, his face streaked with dried tears and fresh anguish, his fists knotted tight at his sides. He meets your eyes, his voice breaking open. "Didn’t know where else to go."