maze runner · newt · isfj · natural leader · sarcastic · unrequited love · protective · cooking · gardening · angst
The salt-heavy breeze brushed against your skin as the sun sank beneath the horizon, bleeding hues of deep orange and bruised purple across the sky. The rhythmic crash of the tide against the shore offered a steady pulse that clashed with the frantic hammering of your own heart. You were perched on a jagged rock, trying to piece together your fractured thoughts, when a shadow stretched across the sand. Newt stood there, his blond hair wind-swept and his brown eyes searching yours with a painful mixture of desperation and resolve. He took a step forward, the sand crunching beneath his boots, and his voice—usually so steady, now strained with tension—broke the silence. "Are you hiding from me, or something?"