In this dream, she isn't that old. Maybe eight years old. But the dream didn't seem like a typical dream. Everything seemed familiar to her. As if it happened before. Perhaps it was a memory.

Some of it was almost blurry, as if there were some fragments of it that she couldn't remember what it was or maybe she didn't want to remember.

Her hand was smaller than the one that was grasping hers. Lizzie couldn't do anything but watch, and she was quick to realize the child was her.

She, well, her eight-year-old self, turned her head to look at the woman standing next to her. The woman looked similar to her younger self, she was staring down at her with her kind eyes, and it was evident that she was crying.

She then realized that this woman must be her mother, which made tears form in her eyes because she didn't remember what her mother was like. She didn't remember anything about her life before being in the Glade.

Lizzie knows that her younger self notices but don't say anything about it, not wanting to make the woman more upset than she was.

The woman tries her best to hide it, but it's not working out that well for her. They're walking in a direction somewhere she didn't know where, but still followed her mom despite how worried and confused she was.

Lizzie watches her younger self frown and stays silent. Then, her younger self and an older woman walk into a crowd where she moves closer to her older woman she assumed was her mother, grasping onto her hand tighter since she didn't want to get lost in the crowd.

As Lizzie looks around the crowd, she notices there are adults and some children her younger self's age and some that are not, clutching onto their parent's hands just like her younger self was.

Her younger self was suddenly pulled to a stop, and her mother kneeled beside her. She was sniffling, not wanting to cry in front of her daughter, but she couldn't help it. It was apparent this was a tough moment for her.

Lizzie, her younger self, stares at her with a frown, still clutching onto her mother's hand. Her mother places a gentle kiss on her forehead before leaning back and wiping some of the tears away.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Her younger self finally asks, and for a moment, her voice startles Lizzie. It's so scary because it sounds exactly like her.

Lizzie doesn't remember her younger self, yet she is eight years old, with her mother. She almost let out a sob as she watched. She didn't realize how much she missed her mother until this moment. "Why are there a lot of people here? Why are we here?"

"Lizzie, this is goodbye." Her mother tells her, and finally, fear forms on her younger self's face. "You have to go where I'm can't go with you."

Eight-year-old Lizzie's eyebrows furrow together as she stares at her mother, who took Lizzie's tiny hands in hers. "Why? Why can't you go with me? Where am I going?"

Her mother sent her a sad smile as she squeezed Lizzie's hands. "You're going somewhere safe." Her mother replied. "And you'll know one day why I can't go with you."

Lizzie didn't want to keep watching, but it was as if she couldn't look away. She frowned as her younger self looked like she was about to cry as she asked, "Will we ever see each other again?"

Her mother finally lets the tears fall. "No. I'm afraid we won't."

Lizzie could feel her heartbeat begin to quicken, and everything started to feel like it was closing in on her. She hated how familiar this dream felt, as if it was a memory. A similar feeling of fear floods through her, and she desperately wants this to stop, to wake up from whatever this was.

"Lizzie? Lizzie!"

She wakes up with a gasp and sits up, frantically looking around her. Then, finally, she realized how quiet it was and how it was as if the only sound she could hear was her rapid beating heart.

Lizzie noticed it was still dark and in her hammock, which calmed her down a bit.

"Lizzie, you okay?"

She looks over to her right, surprised to see a worried-looking Minho standing beside her. "Y-yeah." She stutters as she takes a shaky breath. Minho looks at her like he doesn't seem to believe her. "I'm fine." She sends him a reassuring smile. "Just a bad dream."

She bites her lower lip, wondering if she woke him up, and she feels guilt building up inside of her. "Did I wake you up?"

"Oh, no," Minho shakes his head. "I've been up for hours..." His voice trailed off as he yawned. Lizzie frowned, knowing that she did wake him up.

"I'm sorry." She apologized.

Minho shakes his head once again, smiling reassuringly at her. "Nah, it's fine. I was more worried about you than getting sleep. You were mumbling in your sleep and tossing and turning a lot."

Lizzie stared at him with wide eyes, surprised that she did that since she is usually a quiet sleeper and doesn't move in her sleep.

"Oh...well, it was just a bad dream. I'm fine now." She lied. She was scared to go back to sleep, afraid the dream or something worse would happen. "You can go back to bed."

"You sure?" Minho asked, still not fully believing her.

She nods. "Yep. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay...Just come and get me if something is wrong." Minho sent her a small smile before walking back over to his hammock.

When he was gone, Lizzie let out a sigh and lay back down, trying to go back to sleep. Lizzie waked up a few hours later to the bright sun and distant chattering. She sat up and looked around her, surprised to see that everyone was already up, and she wondered how late it was.

She got out of the hammock and saw that everyone was already working. After talking with Alby, who checked on her to see if she was okay, she went to the medic hut, where Clint and Jeff were.

"It's about time you've woken up." Clint teased. She just rolled her eyes in response.

"Yeah, we were wondering if you were still breathing." Jeff chuckled.

"Shut up, Shank." She tells the two bkys as she crosses her arms. "Why didn't someone wake me? I'm surprised Alby isn't mad at me."

"He thought you needed to sleep in some more after Minho told him what happened last night," Jeff informed her. She groaned, not knowing that Minho would be telling people what happened.

"You are okay, right?" Jeff asked her, looking at her with concern.

She was hesitant to reply, but she nods and smiles slightly at him. "Yeah, like I told Minho and Alby, it was just a dream."

****

A few weeks have past and Minho came in with either a cut or a bruise once a day, and she was starting to get suspicious because she knows that Minho isn't that clumsy.

She was putting away some supplies when the door opened, revealing Minho. "I got a problem." He announced, and she chuckled.

"Yeah, so do I." She turns around, crossing her arms as she looks at him. "You keep coming in here almost every day and not even for something serious!"

"This is very serious!" Minho exclaims dramatically, showing her a cut on his right index finger. "Paper cuts hurt bad."

Lizzie rolls her eyes and laughs. "You're such a baby." She shook her head and went to get a bandage. She walked back over to Minho and wrapped the bandage around his finger.

"Now that your serious injury is bandaged," She sarcastically comments. "Tell me the real reason why you keep coming in here almost every day. I'm starting to think that you're just getting hurt to see me."

Minho chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. "What? No! Nope...I'm just really clumsy..." She stared at him with a raised brow, not believing him one bit. He sighs, caving in. "Okay, yeah, you're right."

"Why are you doing that exactly?" She asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and shyly looked away from her.

"Because we don't get to hang out that much, and I miss hanging out with you." He mumbled.

She looked at him with surprise, and she was glad he wasn't looking at her at the moment because she had a feeling her face was bright red. Questions of why she was blushing ran and why her heart was suddenly racing ran through her head made her wonder maybe just maybe she might start having feelings for Minho.

She pushes those thoughts away and looks at Minho with a teasing smile. "Awe, the Shank has feelings!"

Minho rolls his eyes, playfully shoving her when she laughs. "I'm trying to be serious here!"

"I know. And I miss hanging out with you too." She admitted.

He looks at her with a smile and chuckled. "Well, I was hoping you would, or this would've been awkward."

"I think I got some time now to hang out if you're free." She spoke with a smile.

He smiles back at her. "Yeah, that sounds great."

A/N okay i honestly had no idea how to write the first chapter, but I hope you guys like it! tbh I'm already starting to love lizzie & minho. the beginning of this chapter is similar to my newt fic on my old account 'cause I'm not gonna finish that book & I'm too lazy to think of something else. & also these first few chapters are going to be before thomas arrives.