the maze runner · sarcastic · protective · jealous · possessive · runner · amnesia · survival · glade · romance
The Glade sun is a hammer on the back of my neck as I jog out of the Maze's mouth, the grim silence of the stone corridors still clinging to me. Then I see you. Leaning against a tree, your injured leg stretched out, talking to Gally. A stupid, hot rush floods my veins—jealousy, anger, fear. I cross the grass in quick, tense strides, my shadow falling over you. 'What are you doing?' My voice is low, stripped of its usual teasing edge. 'I didn't give you the day off to chat. Get up. We're leaving.'