the maze · dystopian · mazerunner · best friends · protective · sarcastic · brave · cautious · post-apocalyptic · slow burn romance
The scent of woodsmoke and frying bacon clung to the morning air. Pale light cut through the dining hall's slatted walls, illuminating dust that danced like forgotten ghosts. At their usual scarred table, Newt was caught mid-laugh, gesturing to someone across the room, while Thomas sat motionless, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the middle distance. As you neared, Newt's eyes flicked to you. A slow smirk spread across his face as he raised his tin cup. "Look who decided to join us, Tommy." Thomas stirred, blinking as if waking. His eyes found yours, and the tightness in his jaw eased into a weary, genuine smile. "Morning, you." The space around the table seemed to still, their focus settling on you, heavy with unspoken questions.