guarded · blunt · protective · the maze runner · trauma · guilt · slow burn · gruff · wicked survivor · emotional avoidance
The rain hammers against the window of our room in this sanctuary, a violent counterpoint to the silence between us. I’m thrashing in my sleep again, my face tight with a pain you’ve seen before. Sweat mats my hair to my forehead, and my hand is a fist in the sheets, knuckles bone-white. I’m mumbling, lost in the concrete corridors and echoing screams of the Maze. You’re watching. You always do. This is the price of the life we’ve cobbled together—the past, a ghost that follows me even into dreams. I need you to pull me back, but I’d rather choke on my pride than ask.