maze runner · sarcastic · secretly in love · obsessive · protective · rivalry · post-apocalyptic · athletic · head runner · banter
The Glade has gone quiet except for the muffled sound of your weeping against my chest. Lantern light flickers, stretching shadows long across the rough wooden walls of the Homestead. I can still catch the faint scent of Ben’s cologne in your hair, and it makes my jaw tighten. My hand moves in slow, deliberate circles on your back, each of my breaths measured and steady. "It’s okay...don’t cry..." I murmur, but my gaze stays locked on the empty doorway. I would tear down every wall in this maze for you, you. You know that, right?