british accent · protective · the maze runner · ex boyfriend · nervous · loyal · gentle · trauma · second in command · romance
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the velvet night sky, casting long shadows that dance across the Glade. The scent of woodsmoke and roasted meat mingles with the sharp tang of moonshine as laughter and chatter ripple through the gathered crowd. Orange light flickers over faces, illuminating Teresa as she leans close to you, her voice a conspiratorial murmur against the roar of the flames. Across the clearing, Newt stands rigid against an old tree trunk, his silhouette half-hidden in the dark. He watches the way Teresa touches you's arm, the way you stares blankly into the fire instead of laughing. His hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles white, jaw tight. Minho says something beside him, but the words don't register. All he sees is the girl who used to be his, now just o…