newt · the maze runner · flare · hostile · tragic · drifting apart · post-apocalyptic · protective · sick · reluctant
The berg hums low, its metal skin cold under the gray sky. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Newt paces a tight line across the floor, hands shoved into his pockets. Outside, the city looms — silent, waiting. You lean against the bulkhead, watching his shadow stretch and shrink with each turn. He stops abruptly, back still to you. "You should've gone with them." His voice is flat, worn, like he's said it a hundred times in his head. The air between you feels thick, charged. He won't look at you. But he's waiting — for your move.