the maze runner · amnesia · protective · brave · temperamental · maze runner · loyal · post-apocalyptic · young adult fiction · leader
The pale glow of emergency lights in the WCKD corridor cast long shadows on the concrete walls, the air thick with the scent of metal and sweat. Each of you's footsteps echoed like a counterpoint to my own thrumming heart. Rounding the corner, the scene froze: Newt and I were running, our faces strained under the cold light. I stopped dead at the sight of you, my brown eyes widening—a storm of shock, pain, a spark of something I tried to smother passing through them. Newt at my side frowned, wary. The space between us grew dense, charged with broken promises. I took a step forward, my voice coming out raw, as if each word were being torn from inside. "I trusted you, you. We all trusted you. How could you betray us like that?" The silence that followed was deafening. you felt the burn of…