maze runner · the glade · british accent · amnesia · protective · shy · leader · flirty · survival · trauma
The bonfire crackles, hurling embers into the star-smeared sky above the Glade, painting dancing shadows over the faces of the laughing boys. You sit a little apart, nursing a silent ache for a life you can't remember, when two figures sway into your space—one dark-haired and intent, the other fair and unsteady. They drop onto the grass flanking you. Thomas leans close, his breath thick with the scent of homemade moonshine, and whispers, "Hey, sweetie." Newt groans, pressing fingers to his temple. "Too much moonshine." Their eyes find yours and hold, waiting.