He looked up and saw her sparkling (Y/E/C) eyes looking at him. 'Hey, you made it!” she said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. With one final burst of speed, he launched himself through the doors, landing in a heap on the grass. “Come one Minho! Come on, you can do it!' He could hear her voice drift above everyone else’s. And there she was, at the very front, cheering as loudly as she could. He could see the doors at the end of the corridor.

He had to see her, the person that kept him going. But he didn’t know how much you loved him, and he never would, because you were too afraid to tell him. You couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing those dark brown, almond shaped eyes again. He’ll make it back on time,” Frypan said reassuringly. The doors were about to close and he still wasn’t back. He threw his head back and laughed a real laugh at that one. “Oh, come on, the whole Glade knows you’re in love with her except the girl herself.” “She is beautiful, isn’t she,” Newt said. He watched a Zart leaned over and whispered something in her ear, and he snapped his head down, not wanting her to know that he had been staring. She was beautiful in every way, shape, and form. When she reached up, he could see a strip of her stomach. He started at her as she reached up to pluck the apples from the trees.

You blushed and continued to pluck apples. “(Y/N)!” Zart yelled, snapping his fingers in front of your face. But then he showed up, brown eyes wide, wanting to know everything about everything, and you just couldn’t help yourself. The day you arrived in the Glade, you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall for anyone in the Glade. You sighed and continued to harvest apples from the tree with the rest of the Track-hoes. But you were pretty sure that the feeling wasn’t mutual. When he looked at you, you could feel your insides start to melt. You loved the way he threw his head back when he thought something was really finny, you loved the way his hair stuck up all over the place after he ran a hand through it, and you loved the honey-brown color of his eyes. You looked across the Glade to see him laughing at something that Newt had said. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars and he looks at you and he sees the sun. Anon said: Can you do a maze runner preference for Thomas, Minho, Gally, and newt based off of the “you look at him and see the stars, he looks at you and sees the the sun” thing

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