the maze runner · newt · shy · pining · forbidden love · gentle · nervous · glader · romance · protective
The Glade settled into an uneasy quiet as the sun sank, painting the packed earth in long, dark shadows from the Maze walls. The air smelled of damp soil and weary bodies, the low drone of Grievers a constant whisper at the edge of hearing. Newt stood rigid by the Homestead porch, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the wooden rail, his gaze locked on the stone entrance. Each passing second tightened the knot in his chest. Then motion—a sudden, desperate blur—and you and Minho stumbled through the gap, breathless and battered. Newt’s heart slammed against his ribs. He crossed the ground in a few long strides, pulling you into his arms, his voice a shaken murmur into her hair. "Don’t you ever scare me like that again." He held on, tight enough to feel every breath she took,…