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By this time, the sky was starting to get dark. I looked up, appreciating how beautiful the stars shined against the velvety blue sky. Even in a twisted world like ours, there are still beautiful things, just waiting to be seen.
"We'll spend the night here. It's too dark to continue." Thomas said, settling down on the ground. "Is it even safe here?" I hesitated, looking around the empty desert. "I'll keep you safe." Minho winked, patting the space beside him. I rolled my eyes at his way of flirting, before sitting down where I was standing.
Terrence sat beside me, a grunt escaping his lips. "I'm so tired." He panted, leaning on me. I pushed him away, making him fall to the ground. "You're so heavy!" I huffed, fixing my clothes. "You're heavy too! But I dragged you all the way here." He said, actually having a point. "Whatever, just rest." I said, before laying down on the hard ground. This is more uncomfortable than I imagined, but atleast tubes aren't being inserted in me.
I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around myself and trying to generate heat. "Stupid shank didn't even bring a blanket." I heard someone whisper before I felt a piece of cloth fall over my body. I opened my eyes, instantly getting lost in a pair of dark ones. "I thought you were sleeping." Minho said, breaking eye contact. My heart beated in such a familiar way, yet I couldn't remember. It's as if the memory was on the tip of my tongue, just waiting to be said out loud.
"I was." I said. I looked around us, and everybody was already passed out. I looked back at him to find that he was already staring. "I'm trying really hard to remember all of you, you know." I whispered, looking up at the sky. "I told you, you don't have to." He layed down on the floor, a few feet away from me. "We can just make new memories, that are better than the old ones." He said, and I turned my head towards him, expecting him to have a stupid grin on his face, but he was serious.
"I guess." I shrugged, pulling the blanket closer to my neck. It's really cold out here. "But," I sighed. "I wanna know. I wanna remember." I looked him in the eyes. "Tell me something Minho. Anything."
He took a deep breath, before rolling over to me and resting his head on his hands. "I bumped into you, inside the maze. You said you woke up there." He chuckled, as if he was looking back on a good memory. "We got off on a pretty bad start, but...I'm not really sure what happened, I just.." He cut off himself, choosing to just smile at me.
His eyes widened. "Oh um, did they remove the tattoo on your back?" He asked, sitting back up. "I have a tattoo?" I exclaimed, sitting up in excitement. "Yeah, you had the Maze tattooed on your back." He smirked, placing his hands on the floor behind him. "Can you check if it's still there? I've always wanted a tattoo." I excitedly asked. His face suddenly blushed, and I realized what a bold request I just made. "Sure."
I turned around, placing my hair on the right side of my neck. I felt his fingers fumble with the string of my hospital gown, untying it one by one until the garment of clothing fell off my shoulders. Somehow, I don't feel uncomfortable with him doing this.
"It's still here." He whispered, his breath fanning my nape. An involuntary sigh fell from my lips, and I just hope he didn't hear. "What does it look like? I mean, the color, and stuff." I said, just to break the silence between us. I heard him gulp. "It's just plain black, with some flowers here," He said, placing a finger on the side of my back. He traced his finger lower along my skin. "And here." It felt as if his fingers left flames in its trails as he moved them even lower. "And here." He whispered, dangerously close to my ear.
Deadly silence took over the air as he placed his whole palm firmly on my back, before wrapping them around the side of my waist. I closed my eyes as my breath hitched, a familiar sensation feeling my stomach. "Sometimes, I don't know what hurts more." He said. "To have you far, far away from me; or to have you so near...yet so far." His words carried sadness, and I could almost feel his pain. The heat of his hand left my body, leaving me cold once more.
He started to tie my clothes back up, but all I wanted was the heat of his hands back on me. It's so weird, I feel as if I know his touch. Like I remember how his hands feel against my skin.
"Go to sleep." He commanded. "Why?" I asked, my stubborn side showing. "Because if you don't," He paused, pushing himself off the ground.
"I might lose control of myself."
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