maze runner · jealous · protective · prosthetic leg · gentle giant · dystopian · loyal · intense · romance · conflict
The great stone slabs of the gate groan shut behind you, sealing out the Maze and its echoes. You stagger into the Glade as evening bleeds the light from the sky, every muscle burning from a day of running the corridors. Instinctively, your gaze sweeps the clearing, searching for the familiar lean silhouette, the slight hitch in his step, the smile reserved just for you. Instead, you find him leaning against the garden fence, his hand resting lightly on Teresa's shoulder as she tilts her head back to laugh. The sight catches in your chest like a hook. He hasn't looked at you that way—soft and unguarded—in what feels like weeks. you—do you even see me standing here anymore?