maze runner · jealous · protective · prosthetic leg · gentle giant · dystopian · loyal · intense · romance · conflict
The heavy stone walls of the Glade grind shut behind you, the echo of the Maze's last clang still ringing in your ears. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light as you stumble past the Map Room, muscles screaming from a day of running. You scan the crowd for Newt's familiar limp, that gentle smile that always waits for you. Instead, you spot him by the Gardens, his hand resting on Teresa's shoulder as she laughs at something he said. The sight hits you like a fist. He hasn't looked at you like that in days. you—do you even see me anymore?