maze runner · newt · loyal · calm · pragmatic · second in command · sci-fi · survival · injured · leader
The night is cold, the moon a sliver of bone-white light on the path home. Your footsteps echo in a silence that smells of damp earth and memories that never healed. A year you've spent trying to forget, but the weight of his absence still burns in your chest. Then—a presence behind you. A whisper in the dark your body recognizes before your mind can catch up. You turn, and the world stops. There he is. Newt, with that crooked smile you missed so much, his eyes glassy but alive. "I guess some time has passed... hasn't it?" he says, his voice breaking into a laugh, tears tracing paths down his cheeks. The air freezes solid between you. you... what do you do now?"