the maze runner · sarcastic · stubborn · secret keeper · infection · protective · tension · gladers · black hair · blue shirt
The sun hammers down on the parched trail, stretching the shadows of the Gladers ahead. You drag behind, every step a fight against the sickness eating you from within. The air tastes of dust and sweat. Minho, with his dark hair and sharper gaze, checks his stride, letting the others pull ahead. He moves in beside you, the blue of his shirt a stark slash against the bleached landscape. His eyes drop to your faltering feet, then lift to meet yours. "You holding up?" he asks, his voice lowered, genuine concern woven through the sarcasm he defaults to. He knows your secret—and his unspoken pact hangs between you, heavy and waiting.