Sitting among the camp, I watched as many people's feet passed me as I stared at the ground. I was stuck in my own thoughts, till I noticed a pair of feet stop in front of me. Not wanting to face who ever it was, I acted as if I didn't notice them.

"Taylor." A familiar sweet loving voice spoke. Gasping, I looked up to see who it was.

"Mihno..." I whispered his name. As I stared at him, my eyes began to blur. "I'm so sorry..." I cried, hiding my face in my lap.

"Taylor. Hey. Don't cry." He knelt to hug me. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't sure if I should run or hug him back. So I just continued to cry. "Hey. Come on. Follow me." He grabbed hold of my hands, lifting me to my feet. Still holding my hand, he lead me threw the camp towards the cliff. Up there, we were alone to talk. Or for him to push me over the side of the cliff.

"I know you probably don't want to hear it and I know you hate me. But please let me explain." I stepped away from him, away from the edge.

"What? Taylor. I don't hate you." He stared at me.

"Then... Why bring me up here?" I looked to the ledge.

"Ha?" He look over the ledge. "Taylor. No! I wouldn't do that to you." He rushed up to hug me, but I stepped back in fear. "Taylor..." He looked at me sadly. "I'm sorry..." He stepped away from me.

"Ha?" I looked up at him in confusion. "Mihno. Why you apologizing?" I asked.

"Because your like this because of me!" He cried. "I made you think I hated you and that I brought you up here to kill you."

"Minho..." I rushed to hug him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I cried.

MINHO'S POV

I watched as she backed away from me when I went to hug her. There was nothing but fear shown on her face. It was then that everything began to click. 'How could I be such an idiot! I ignored her to think, and didn't bother to realise how it would make her feel. I'm such an idiot...' "Taylor..." I looked at me sadly, taking step away from her. "I'm sorry..." I stood away from her.

"Ha?" She looked up at me in confusion. "Mihno. Why you apologizing?" I asked, her glassy eyes looking into mine.

"Because your like this because of me!" I cried. "I made you think I hated you and that I brought you up here to kill you."

"Minho..." Taylor rushed up to hug me with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She kept apologizing, tears falling down her cheek.

"Taylor. No." I hugged her back. "I should have known better that you aren't like WICKED."

"Minho... I want to tell you something..." She pulled away.

"What is it?" I looked at her in confusion.

"Do you remember when Teresa and I were taken away after 'tests'?" She asked. "Well they did something to me." She held the back of her neck. Moving her hair, I went to look, but seen nothing. "And after what ever they did. Some memories started coming back." She turned to face me. But soon looked away. "But... Before we left the maze I took the stinger of the dead Griever we killed and hit it in my pocket. And when I got thrown around by the grievers, the stinger got me."

"What?" I looked at her.

"My memories started to come back then. But it was a slow process. But after WICKED tested me. It's like they tried to stop my memories from coming back." I looked at her, not knowing what to do. I wanted to ask her what she remembered of her life before the maze, but I wasn't sure if I should.

"What do you... What do you remember?" I asked, making us sit on a rock.

"I remember my mother taking Thomas and I to WICKED because she thought we'd safe. I remember creating the grievers and them slowly disappearing one by one." She looked at her hands that rested in her lap. "And... I remember us." She looked up to me, taking hold of my hand.

-flash back-

Young Taylor's POV

Arriving to a large, strange building, I stayed as close as I could to Thomas. I was scared and I felt abandoned. My eyes stung from crying and my line of sight was blurred. Releasing Thomas for a moment I went to try and wipe my eyes in hopes of clearing my vision. But it failed.

Trying to reach out for Thomas, I couldn't reach him. So taking a few steps forward I recently grabbed hold of his shirt. But something was off. He smelt different.

"Ha? Are you ok?" I heard an unfamiliar voice ask. Letting go, I tried to clear my line of sight, and finally did. It was then I seen a strange boy standing in front of me.

"Ah! I'm sorry." I apologized. Looking round, I tried to spot Thomas. But didn't find him anywhere. "Hmm." I began to feel completely abandoned, tears began to fall from my face once again.

"Hn! What's wrong?" The boy gasped, once he seen my begin to cry.

"I... I can't find my brother..." I cried.

"Hn?" He looked around. "Come on. We'll go look for him together." He smiled taking hold of my hand.

"Ah!" I blushed. My hand felt warm in his and I could feel my cheeks redden as I stared at our hands. A strange sensation also ran threw my chest, something I've never felt before.

"I'm Minho by the way." He smiled. I could tell her was hopping to cheer me up, and it was working.

"Taylor." I smiled shyly in return.

Since then I'd meet up with Minho and spend as much time with his as I could. But it got harder as we got older.

"Hey Tay!" Minho smiled, hugging me from behind.

"Ah! Minho!" I jumped. "Don't scare me like that." I frowned.

"Haha! Sorry princess." He smiled.

"And stop calling me that!" I glared at him.

"Sorry." He raised his arm up in defence. "What you doing anyway?" He asked, looking down on the papers I had been working on.

"Nothing much." I hid them. "So what's up?" I asked him.

"What? Aren't I allowed to see my friend?" He sat next to me.

"Hmm. No. But your giving the look as if something's in your mind again." I smiled.

"Damn. And I thought I hid it so well." He laughed.

"Ha ha." I pretended to laugh. "Now come on Mihno. What's bothering you?" I grasped his hand, my chest tightening. This happens every time I'm around him. I can't help be happy when his happy or sad when his dad. All I knew is that I care deeply for him, but I don't want to ruin what we have by telling him that.

"Listen Taylor..." He scratched his neck. 'Oh no! This isn't good. He used my full name. He only does that if it's something serious or something really bad happened or is going to happen!' "We've known each other for a very long time now. And have been very good friends. But..." He chocked.

"Minho. It's OK. You can tell me. If not. I get the idea." I smiled, but I couldn't help but be sad. He most likely doesn't want to be my friend anymore, that's why he's been like this. Standing up, I went to walk away.

"I love you Taylor!" I stopped in my tracks.

"What?" I turned back to face him.

"I love you Tay. And I have for a while. I was afraid to say because I didn't want to ruin what we have." He admitted.

"Minho..." I began to cry.

"Oh no! Please don't cry! I'm sorry. Look if it makes you feel any better. I'll-" I cut him off by jumping at him and kissing him. "Wh-What?" He stared at me in confusion.

"I love you too Mihno." I smiled. He smiled as those words left my lips. And it was then we began dating. But after a few months of being together, Minho got pulled away for more tests. I began to fear he was getting sick or was staring to get the flare.

"Mihno!" I called out to him, as I seen him walking down the hall. "Mihno!!" I ran after him.

"Tay?" He turned to face me.

"What's going on? Where you going??" I questioned him, glancing to his 'escort'.

"Tay." He cherished my cheek. "They're taking me to the safe zone." He said.

"What? But it's safe here. Why do they have to take you?" I began to cry.

"Taylor. They have to do one final test on me before I can go. You still have work to do here. But we'll be back together soon enough." He smiled.

"But... I don't want you to go." I hugged him.

"Hey. I promise. We'll see each other again and we'll be together again." He smiled.

"You promise?" I held out my pinkie.

"Hehe. Promise." He held his pinkie out.

"Good. Now you pinkie promised." I smiled.

"Hehe. Your so childish some times." He laughed.

"Hey! I know I am but you love me that way." I defended myself, slapping his chest.

"Of course I do." He kissed me before his escorts took him away. That was the last I seen of Minho.

-end of flashback back-

Taylor's POV

After explaining to his what I remembered of us, all he did was sit there and smile.

"So we were already dating before the maze?" He smiled, entwining his hand with mine.

"Yea." I blushed. "But even after all that... I'm not sure if the others will still except me. Especially after all I did." I frowned.

"Hey." He held my chin, making me face him. "They're still gonna love you."

"What's this? Who's gonna love who?" The familiar voice of Newt was heard. Turning around, I seen everyone there except for Aris, Thomas, Jorge and Bertha of course. I looked at them for a moment, before I adverted my gaze.

"Taylor things we're not gonna except her after she told us she worked with WICKED before they put her in the maze." Mihno said.

"What?" Frypan spoke. "That's nonsense." He laughed.

"He's right. We love you Taylor. Your like family." Newt spoke. "It doesn't matter what you did, you were most likely only being used like the rest of us." He smiled sitting next to me. Looking up to him, I couldn't help but smile.

"Family?" I felt tears begin to build. "Thank you!" I tackled Newt in a hug. "Thank you! I love you all so much!" I cheered, rushing around to everyone, I hugged them. Before turning back to Mihno and tackling him in a hug before kissing him.

"Wow there! Get a room." Newt said. Pulling away from Mihno, we both had blushed on our faces. But it wasn't long till we were all laughing. Like everything bad that happened, was all behind us. That WICKED, was all behind us. Ohh... How wrong we were.