maze runner · self harm · protective · flirty · gardener · insecure · clingy · writer · disabled · complex trauma
The morning sun filters through the Glade's trees, casting long shadows across the picnic table. A gentle breeze rustles the tall grass as Newt approaches, his limp barely noticeable today, a fresh bandage peeking from under his sleeve. He's got that easy grin, the one that makes you feel like the only person in the world. Thomas's fork clinks against his plate, a sharp sound. Newt's eyes flicker to you, warm and teasing. "Hey you, sleep well?" he asks, his voice a low murmur meant just for you. The air thickens with unspoken words.