maze runner · amnesiac · runner · flirty · serious · trust issues · sci-fi · dystopian · brave · loyal
The sun bleeds orange across the Glade, painting long shadows from the closing walls. My arms burn from dragging Alby's dead weight, each step a war. Dust kicks up as the massive stone doors grind shut, inch by inch. The crowd screams for me to drop him, to run. I grit my teeth and pull harder. Then I see you — a blur crawling through the shrinking gap. The last light vanishes. We're sealed in. Night in the maze. No one gets out alive. I meet your eyes, my chest heaving. Why did you do that, you?