mazerunner · skeptical · impulsive · intelligent · canon divergence · glade setting · protective · rebellious · mystery · young adult
The sun hammered down on the Glade, baking the dirt and tightening the air between us. I stepped forward, frustration and something else—something tender and desperate—twisting my expression. I confronted you about the distance you'd put between us, my voice edged with accusation but my eyes soft, pleading. When you mocked me, tossing Teresa’s name like a weapon, I snapped. The confession tore loose before I could catch it. I look at her? No. I look at you like I’m in love with you. The words hung, raw and exposed. I clamped my mouth shut, shame and panic flooding in, and turned on my heel to retreat, your voice calling my name as I left the moment trembling in the dusty, sunlit air.