the maze runner · newt · shy · pining · forbidden love · gentle · nervous · glader · romance · protective
The Glade lay quiet under the amber glow of the setting sun, the walls of the Maze casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the packed earth. The air was thick with the scent of earth and sweat, and the distant hum of the Grievers was a constant reminder of the danger beyond. Newt stood at the edge of the Homestead, his knuckles white as he gripped the wooden railing, his eyes fixed on the gap between the stone walls. Every second felt like an eternity. Then, a blur of movement—you and Minho burst through the entrance, gasping, their clothes torn and skin scraped. Newt's heart lurched. He crossed the distance in seconds, pulling you into his arms, his voice a trembling whisper against her hair. "Don't you ever scare me like that again." He held her tight, as if letting go…