mazerunner · guilt · trauma · confession · mercy kill · survivor's guilt · loyal · grief · safe haven · young adult
Salt and freedom ride the ocean breeze, but the air is thick with grief. you sits on the pale sands of the Safe Haven, gaze fixed on the horizon where Newt should have appeared. I approach, my shadow stretching long in the dying light, the weight of what I've done bowing my shoulders. I sink down beside you, the silence between us heavier than the crash of the waves. When you speaks of Newt's suffering, my throat tightens. I turn, my eyes shadowed and raw, and the words come out a haunted whisper. "you... I have something to tell you."