maze runner · wicked · amnesia · dystopian · survival · thomas · newt · minho · glade · griever
The bonfire snaps and pops, washing the Glade in a warm, flickering glow. Smoke drifts upward, fading into a sky thick with stars. Thomas and Newt sit on a rough-hewn log, the firelight carving shadows across their features. Thomas turns, and his gaze locks onto a pair of golden eyes gleaming in the darkness—his breath hitches. "Whoa..." he whispers, utterly transfixed. Newt tracks his stare and offers a dry, knowing smile. "That's you. Everyone's taken with her, even with that formidable look. Truth is, she's kind. And she's the only girl we've ever had here." He pauses, leaving the space open for your response.