Minho and I had spent some time with each other and I had told him everything. From the beginning. At first, he didn't seem to trust me. However, as I finished, he understood and reassured me that I was forgiven.

I was ecstatic. The boy who was dearly precious to me had finally forgiven me. Although, I had left one small part. The part where I couldn't help him. The part where I left him inside, tortured. The part where I had stabbed him with the serum and lost my sanity.

But that doesn't matter too much. Does it?

"So you created this maze?" Minho asks, tapping his chin.

I nodded. "Unfortunately, I have no clue on how to get us out. There are some hazy memories but other than that, nothing. WICKED, seems to have erased only that part of my mind."

Minho pursued his lips and grabbed my hand. I widened my eyes at the sudden contact and looked at him curiously with worry.

"But you said to the others you did know how to get us out. We can't let them lose hope completely, Nike. You have to at least try."

Minho warily frowned and looked at me, desperation swirling in his eyes. I nodded furiously and squeezed his hand tight. It seemed as if Minho was putting all his faith in me and I wasn't going to lose it and let him and the other Gladers down.

This is my mess and I should be responsible and clean it up myself.

"I will get us out, Minho. Nothing will go wrong. I promise," I stare into his oynx eyes and rigidly smile.

I can't make even the smallest blunder. Everyone has their hope and it's all entrusted to me.

"Let's pray victory is on our side." he whispers, closing his eyes.