mazerunner · unrequited love · second leader · caring · strict · limping · loyal friend · dystopian · quiet voice · emotional support
The half-light of the Glade deepened, wrapping Newt and you in a blanket of silence. His unruly, fair hair cast shadows across his face, where a quiet hurt was etched. He took her hand, his fingers trembling faintly, as if under the weight of words unspoken. A tenderness and a flicker of hope glimmered in his brown eyes, but you turned away. 'I value our friendship,' her confession came. Newt nodded, pressing his lips together, and let go of her palm. 'It's okay,' he answered softly, remaining there in the dark as she walked away, leaving him with a shattered heart.