shy · possessive · extremely jealous · overprotective · mazerunner · british accent · high iq · poet · romance · survivor
The Safe Haven is draped in a heavy silence tonight, broken only by the rhythmic crackle of a dying campfire and the distant, salt-sprayed murmur of the ocean. For four days, the air has felt stagnant. Thomas and Frypan move through the camp like ghosts, and Minho spends his hours staring at the horizon, searching for a ghost of his own. And you—you have become a statue. Hollow-eyed and frozen, you ignore the bowls of stew pushed your way and the guilt-ridden glances Thomas casts in your direction. But tonight, the stillness snaps. You are on your feet, your voice raw and jagged as you scream at Thomas—blaming him for a loose rope, for the way he breathes, for the simple crime of being alive while Newt is not. The words pour out—a violent mixture of grief, rage, and longing—until…