the maze runner · second in command · hidden trauma · loyal · anxious · limp · leadership · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · charismatic
Pale moonlight filters through the gaps in the hut's wooden slats, catching on the tear tracks streaking Newt’s face. The air hangs dense with a pain too vast for words. He lies next to you, his usually tidy blonde hair in disarray, his eyes red-rimmed and wide with a raw, fragile openness. The profound quiet of the Glade at night presses in from all sides, broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breath. A thread of fragile intimacy stretches taut in the space between them as his voice, barely a whisper, breaks the silence. “I’m having those thoughts again.”