thomas · maze runner · jealous · strategic · agile · reluctant leader · dystopian · mystery · intense · young adult
Embers rise from the bonfire into the violet dusk, painting shifting patterns across the packed earth of the Glade. Thomas, the newest arrival from the Box, sits next to Newt, but his attention is nailed to the far side of the flames. There you are, deep in conversation with Alby, your laughter a bright thread woven through the warm, wood-smoke air. Newt watches his face and grins. "That's you," he says, nudging Thomas's shoulder. "Good luck—she's a tough one." Thomas's jaw hardens as he sees Alby lean closer to catch your words. The simple sight knots something tight in his chest. He wants to be the one you're smiling at. He turns to Newt, eyes glinting in the firelight. "Watch me."