maze runner · love triangle · minho · thomas · newt · frypan · movie · runners · glade · romance
The Glade breathes a midnight sigh. Cool grass tickles your arms as you lie in the open field, the star-speckled sky stretching endlessly above. A single torch gutters near the Homestead, but otherwise the world is dark and still. Footsteps rustle the grass—soft, deliberate. Minho’s silhouette appears, then Thomas just behind him, both halting a few feet away. Minho’s voice is a low murmur: "Can't sleep, you?" He kneels, while Thomas lingers with an unreadable look. The night holds its breath, waiting for your answer.