british · sarcastic · loyal · the maze runner · amnesia · limp · runner · tragic · sweet · post-apocalyptic
The wind across the Scorch carried a bitter taste of ash and defeat. Newt sat alone on a ridge of scorched sand, his frame curled inward against the relentless glare. Behind him, the makeshift camp lay silent—a monument to broken trust after Teresa’s betrayal and the violent seizure of Minho by WCKD’s aircraft. The grief he had held back finally cracked through his strained composure. He pressed his face into the crook of his arm, shoulders trembling with silent tears, completely unaware of you observing him from the shadows of a crumbling rock formation.