Maze Runner Preferences (Requests Open)

They Write You a Love Letter-Part 1 (The Guys)

I certainly wasn't expecting coming home to a mystery, but I can't say I’m complaining. Not before I even know what it is.

Picking it up, I ripped it at the side to slide it out. It was folded into perfect three rectangles, something someone clearly took their time with.

Dearest Y/N,
I know I should tell you this in person, but there's something intimidating about you. Not in a way where I associate any kind of fear with you or worry about being judged. Not even close.

It's that you have a light I don't think I’ll ever fully be able to reach. Even when there's every reason to feel lost, you’ve always done your best to lead the way. There's something beautiful about your optimism, even when it's straining you.

You should know there's more to you than that though. Your empathy reaches people that don't even deserve it. Your courage makes people get up when all they want is to disappear. Your ability to break things down in a way anyone can understand makes talking to you so easy.

I want to talk to you about more than that. I want to know more about your hopes and dreams. I want to know what goes through your mind, no matter how dark it is. I want to know all of you. The messy, the complicated, the flaws, all of it.

I have to deserve it though.

I hope you let me deserve it,
From afar

From afar?

Someone's actually noticed me from afar?

Minho(The Glade:Either:Your P.O.V)
I was more than sore from today's run. My legs ached, my side aches, my core ached, everything ached. All I wanted to do was rest until I didn't feel like death.

Today was another day of nothing new in the Maze which also killed me on the inside. I was slowly but surely losing hope, and I needed to be unconscious so I wouldn't have to think about it. Being a constant disappointment to everyone unsurprisingly takes a toll not even I can fully understand. My heart feels drained, another piece of it getting lost with each failure. And still, I wake up with a spark of hope that today would finally be the day we find something.

It never is.

Ignoring everyone that has the strength to eat (and the fact that I needed it for energy), I went past the Homestead and to my hut. Shaking the makeshift bed, I made sure there weren't any critters in it. After waking up to a spider the size of your hand by your head, you learn what to add to your routine.

While that part seemed okay, there was something else that fell to the floor. Bending down, I realized it was a piece of paper.

Glancing around, I saw my space was as empty as always. There's nobody else to open it or maybe was even meant to. I may as well.

Beautiful girl,
I would tell you this in person, but I love the suspense it will build. In all seriousness though, I’m actually afraid to try. I’m normally very sure of myself because I have to be, but something about you makes me nervous. Maybe it's just how effortlessly flawless you are or how out of my league you’ll always be. You are the only person that can make my confidence waver. How incredible you are and how badly I want you should be against the rules.

No matter how many times I tell myself today is the day I chicken out. So I’ve gone this route instead.

I am in love with you. I’m in love with the way you have a comeback to everything I say. I’m in love with the way you casually call someone out when they're being stupid. I'm in love with the way you sometimes laugh a little too loud and are unapologetically yourself.