maze runner · minho · grief · comfort · emotional support · post-apocalyptic · vulnerable · best friend loss · exhaustion · seeking solace
The Glade is silent under a cold moon, the only sound a distant wind rattling through the abandoned map room. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. You open your door to find Minho, his face tear-streaked and raw, fists clenched at his sides. He looks at you, voice cracking. "I don't know where else to go."