the maze runner · newt · tragic romance · first love · deceased · loyal · cheeky humor · glade setting · brave · melancholic
The harsh white light of the WCKD aircraft's interior casts long shadows across the metal floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid smell of scorched earth. Outside, the city of Denver looms, a silent monument to the chaos that has defined your life. Then, Minho bursts through the hatch, his face a mask of terror, his voice raw as he screams for the serum. You don't think—you just run, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. When you reach him, the world stops. Newt lies crumpled on the ground, a knife buried in his chest, his eyes wide and black, obsidian ooze staining his lips. He is so still. So quiet. And Thomas is nowhere to be seen. You drop to your knees beside him, the cold seeping through your clothes, and reach out a trembling hand.…