Hey guys!
You still remember me? I'm sorry it took me so long to update, but lately I had doubts about this story. Luck of time made it worse and it took me sooo unbelievingly long to sit and write. I didn't even remember what happened in the last chapter.
I must say I really missed the characters thought. Summer is close so hopefully I'll have more time to write and won't disappoint you with long hiatus.
Love ya all
Runners :********

Chapter 15

Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly ... and if left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.

WM. PAUL YOUNG, The Shack

I don't feel pain. I don't feel tired. I don't feel scared.
He keeps my hand in his as we keep on running for our lives. The corridor is long. Seems endless to me.
Then I remember months without Newt. They felt endless , but they are over. He's right here by my side. And with that thought I find strength to run with him.

We managed to save Newt, we managed to close a door, but we lost a boy. I'll never know his name. I could ask guys, but that would somehow introduce me to him and that would feel even worse. Every loss hurts, but the loss of the people we knew feels like someone cut your skin, buried you alive… That's why I'd rather remember the loss of a boy. A boy, one of many.

"Julia" Minho's voice brings me back to reality. He didn't know that boy well, but he still makes him sad. "What are you doing here alone?" he asks worried. I give him a small, broken smile, but it's all I can do right now to convince him that I'll be fine. Eventually.
"Newt fell asleep and I… I just needed some time alone" I sight.
"Weren't you alone for too long already?" I remember how I worked for wicked. How I lost my friends. How I lost my sister.
"I… I know I'm not alone anymore, but…" I can feel my eyes water. Sometimes I hate how emotional I am. "We almost lost Newt today! And that boy… he… he's dead Minho" I break down and when he comes closer and hugs me tightly I try to punch him, try to make him let me go. After a while of fruitless trying I calm down and wrap my arms around his neck.
I sob into his shoulder .

"I don't even know what his name was" he whisper. His voice is husky like he hasn't had anything to drink in days.
I understand how he feels. With every person we lose, the bigger wound on our hearts gets.
"He fought with us and none of us know his name!" He screams into my neck.
I try to hold my breath. Try not to wail, but I saw and heard enough today. I can cry as hard as I only bloody want. "I'm sorry, Julia" he catches my head in his hands.
"I-it's o-okay" I try to smile, but fail miserably.

"Maybe it's better" I say. He gives me a questioning look. "I think that when we don't know someone's name is like we don't really know them. So maybe it's better we know him only as 'a boy'."
"I don't think so" he crinkles. "I need to tell you about somebody." I've never seen his eyes so concerned.