She is different from the others. Unlike them, she can remember stuff. Every single day, she is able to remember more and more, slowly putting pieces together while trying to find the way out of the Maze. There are only two things in her way - the rules and those who are trying to enforce them. Because in the eyes of most of the Gladers - she is nothing but a troublemaker.

[For some reason, unknown to her, she reached for his hand. Warm fingers engulfed her smaller ones and she squeezed; a promise. To the Gladers, to him, to herself. "There is always a way out."] Minho/OC. Slow burn. ON HIATUS