Minho:

"What is wrong with you?" I mumbled, sitting on the bed, as my vision got blurry due to the pool of tears forming in my eyes.

"YOU GODDAMN KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!" Minho yelled at me - his face flustered and hair messed up – making me jerk back a little at his outburst. He usually never lost his cool around me, even if he did, shouting at me is a first.

Right now, Minho and I were in our room, fighting over a misunderstanding. He thinks I am cheating on him with Ben.

"NO I DON'T. YOU ARE JUST TALKING BULLSHIT MIN!" I yelled back as I stood up from the bed, blinking away the tears which were threatening to fall.

"REALLY? I AM TALKING BULLSHIT [Y/N]?!" The expression on his face was terrifying as he took agonizingly slow steps towards me, his tone still harsh, "I KNOW WHAT I SAW OUT IN THE DEADHEADS!"

Ben had asked me to come to the deadheads and I had gone with him, thinking he had to tell me something about the maze or something as we both are runners but he had different plans.

When we had gone there, he had suddenly grabbed me and kissed me, leaving me startled and that's when Minho showed up and thought I was cheating on him.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME WITH ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS?!"

"HE WAS THE ONE WHO KISSED ME MIN!" The tears, which had been waiting for so long, finally fell down my cheeks as I continued, "I THINK OF HIM LIKE MY BROTHER!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME." He yelled as he walked right towards me until I was cornered, my back to the wall with him right in front of me, his hands on my either side, trapping me there.

"Don't lie to me [y/n]" His tone softened and he dropped his head in defeat, not meeting my gaze. His eyes got watery as his shoulders slumped.

I have known him for more than two years but never had I ever see him crying.

"I swear I am not lying Min." I muttered as I slowly brought my hand to his cheeks but he pushed it away.

"Go away [y/n]" His voice sounded utterly defeated as he moved sideways and gestured to the door.

"Min -"

"NO. Leave [y/n]." His voice turned stern as he pointed towards the door, his eyes still not meeting my eyes.

"This is a misunderstanding -" I started yet again, the tears were now flowing uncontrollably, but he gave me a stern look.

"I don't wanna listen to that crap. Leave." He walked to the bed, sitting down as he put his head in his hands.

"Fine" I breathed, wiping away the tears which had escaped, "You believe what you wanna."

I took a second to even out my breathing and I continued as I looked to where he was sitting, "Can't believe I ever loved a jerk like you. We are done."

Everyone has limits and this was mine. I am not gonna sit around while he disrespects me and acts like a dick. We are through.

He finally met my gaze and I saw regret in his eyes for a moment but it vanished as soon as it came and I just walked away, closing the door as I left.

I wiped whatever remaining tears were there. I am not gonna cry over someone who doesn't even love me. I just walked without any idea of where I was going, I was ready to go wherever my feet would carry me.

It's his loss. I lost someone who didn't love me but he lost someone who did love him.

Newt:

"Hey Newt" I said as I walked into the map room, a plate of sandwich in my hand for him as that slinthead had missed dinner.

Newt was staring at the piles and piles of maps spread on the table in front of him, his eyebrows scrunched together in a concentrated manner as he studied the maps. He had been helping the runners decipher the maps.

"Hey" he answered dryly, paying no attention what-so-ever to me but I shrugged it off. It wasn't uncommon of him to not pay attention to me when he was working.

"You missed dinner, so, I brought you a sandwich" I placed the plate on the table expecting a 'thanks' or even a small smile.

"Yeah, great" He answered, not even sparing me a glance.

"Would you at least look at me or what?" I pouted as I folded my arms over my chest, shooting daggers at him.

"Forgive me for trying to find a way out and not pay attention to you" He scoffed as he looked up at me.

"I mean, why should I try to get a way out of here, I should just go and shuck around with you, shouldn't I?" He took some steps towards me, abandoning the maps in front of him.

"What are you even taking this conversation?"

"No, [y/n] what do you want from me?" He walked until he was right in front of me, easily standing half a foot taller than me.

"What I want is a simple 'hey' but what I am getting is your attitude." I held my ground, not wavering in front of him.

"Fine, hey. Happy?" He rolled his eyes as he walked back to the table, picking up a pencil and getting back to work.

"You know what, I am done." I raised my hands up in mock defense.

"What?" He stopped abruptly and looked back at me with a quizzical look on his face.

"I am done. I get it, you are the second in command and you have to work hard every day but I am done dealing with your bullshit Newt."

"What are you talking about?" He kept the pencil on the table and turned towards me.

"I am done watching you get mad at me over anything and everything. I know you are stressed about the maze and stuff but I am not gonna just stand here while you are being a dick to me. So, talk to me when you are done being an asshole." I turned around, ready to leave.

"Fine. Go away, I didn't even love you" I heard him mutter under his breath.

"What?" I stopped in my tracks as I heard the last sentence and turned around to look at him.

"Shit... no – no [y/n], wait I didn't mean –" Newt stuttered as he exhaled and ran a hand through his hair as he often does when he is nervous or anxious.

"Then, what did you mean Newt?" I looked him in the eyes – which were getting teary now - but he avoided my gaze, looking anywhere but me.

"I – I..."

"You know what, we are through. Find someone you actually love" I scoffed as I turned away.

"[y/n]..." He mumbled as I walked out, streams of tears falling hard and I tried to wipe them as soon as they came.

No. I am not crying over him. Not when he doesn't even care about me.

Thomas:

"Hey babe" Thomas sat down next to me at the dinner table as I talked to Newt, Minho and Chuck. Laughing at a joke Minho cracked.

"Hey" I gave him a small smile as I turned to look at him.

"Um... Ca- can we talk?" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah sure" I nodded him to continue.

"Umm... not here, come on" He said as he stood up and walked away and I followed suit.

He walked towards the deadheads and I followed behind.

"What is it you wanna talk about?" I asked as he grabbed a hold of my wrist and walked ahead.

"Umm... something important"

"Okay?"

After walking for another two minutes, Thomas decided that the place he chose was fine and we stopped.

"Umm... so... [y/n]" He looked at the ground as he turned towards me.

"Yeah, what is it?" I asked as I put a hand on his cheek, making him look at me rather than the floor.

"Yeah... I have been thinking about it for a while now" He started as I nodded for him to go on.

"So... I think that w- we should maybe take a break" He muttered as he looked away from me.

"What?" I asked, my voice laced with shock and sadness. A million questions were going through my head at the speed of lightning. Why? What happened? Was I not good enough? Did I do something wrong?

"Look, [y/n], trust me. It has nothing to do with you..." He mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as if he had heard my thoughts.

"Then what is it?" I asked, getting a little teary-eyed but blinking away the tears which were building up at a rapid pace.

"It isn't working out" His eyes still couldn't meet mine.

"What do you mean Tommy?" My lips quivered a little as I waited for his answer.

"I – I just can't do this right now. I mean, every day I go into that maze and what if... what if I don't come back one day? I don't wanna pain you that way." He mumbled and I had to concentrate hard to make sure I heard him right.

"And you think by breaking up with me, you are sparing me the grief and pain or something?" I laughed a humorless laughter as he looked at me with sad eyes.

"Thomas... I love you and this is stupid... Do you think us breaking up is the answer? Cause it's not." I continued.

"I just wanna keep you safe [y/n]. I hope you understand. I am sorry" He walked a little closer to me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and wiped away the tears which had somehow escaped.

"I love you [y/n]. I am sorry" He pressed a small kiss to my forehead and the way he said it, I knew he meant it.

"I hate you" I mumbled as he turned around and left me to stand there and drown in my own sorrows.

I don't really hate you. I just wish I didn't meet you and fall so hard for you.

Gally:

After waiting for what felt like hours, Gally finally entered our shared room, looking exhausted than ever. He sat on the desk parallel to the bed, fixing himself his secret drink.  He was having a tough week, but being the stubborn ass he is, was refusing to tell me about it. But, I'd had enough of that shit. That night I was going to confront him and cheer him up.

"Hey" I chirped at him, receiving a grunt as a reply. 

That's a good start. I thought to myself.

"So, how was your day?" 

Another grunt.

This was getting harder and harder every second. [That's what she  said ;) ]

"Don't wanna talk about it? Okay then, let me tell you about my day." I started. "So, Chuck did the funniest thing today. He stole Minho's hair gel and put some." Gally cut me off before I could continue.

"Can't you see I'm busy?"

I sighed, realizing that was my cue to act. I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder. He quickly shurgged it off and I tried not to show my hurt expression. I internally sighed and started,

"Gally, I know you've been having a tough week, but I won't be able to help you if you don't let me."
"I don't need your help." He mumbled. I ignored his remark and continued,

"We all have tough days, but this doesn't mean that you can ignore my existence. I get it, you needed some private space, but a week is enough."
"Private space?" He scoffed. "Do you even know that phrase? If maybe you weren't so clingy all the time, you'd understand what it means. Don't you have any self-respect?" 

"Self respect?! Yes, I do have self respect for your information." By now, we were both standing chest to chest and pointing accusingly at each other. "What you have Gally isn't Self respect, it's EGO." I was cut off by a palm connecting with my cheek  painfully. I held my cheek, looking up to realize, he slapped me. 
"Oh y/n, I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't." He stuttered, his face full of regret and guilt, and honestly, I couldn't give two shucks about it then. I could feel tears wanting to escape, as I blinked rapidly to push them down. I swallowed hard and walked away to the door, not once looking back. I stopped at the door once, 

"Just so you know, Gally. You were wrong, I do have some self respect. That's why I'm leaving you for forever and for good." With that, I exited the room, finally letting my tears to escape.