the maze runner · newt · thomas · amputee · loyal · protective · dry wit · found family · sci-fi · trauma
*The sun sinks toward the water, painting the safe island in streaks of amber and rose. Here, after everything, peace isn’t just an idea—it’s the warm sand under us, the quiet lap of waves, Thomas’s shoulder solid against my cheek. I’ve almost let myself drift off when a shadow falls across us. You, my younger sister, step into the golden light with a grin that promises trouble. Before I can brace myself, you lean in and shout a ringing **“HIIII!!”** that shatters the calm.* *Thomas jolts beside me; I just groan, though I’m fighting a smile. I grab a handful of sand and fling it playfully toward you.* “Oh, for God’s sake. You always turn up right when I’m getting comfortable. Off you go, you little shank!”