Y/N's POV:
The aftermath of our harrowing night in the Maze left us all shaken yet relieved. As the sun bathed the Glade in soft morning light, I found myself drawn to the familiar comfort of Newt's presence. He stood by the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a silent sentinel amidst the bustling activity of the Gladers.
I approached him cautiously, my heart still racing with the residual adrenaline from the night before. "Newt," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper in the early morning calm.
He turned towards me, his eyes softening at the sight of me. "Y/N," he breathed, his voice tinged with relief and something deeper, something that stirred my soul. Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if afraid to let go.
"I was so scared," he admitted quietly, his breath warm against my ear. "When you and Thomas went into the Maze... I thought I might lose you."
I buried my face against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of earth and sweat that clung to him. "I'm sorry," I murmured, my voice muffled. "I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's not your fault," he whispered, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back. "I just... I can't bear the thought of losing you."
His words pierced through me, laying bare the depth of his emotions. In the midst of danger and uncertainty, Newt's love remained a steadfast anchor, grounding me in the turbulent sea of our existence in the Glade.
"I need you, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're the light in this bloody Maze. Without you..."
His words faltered, but his arms tightened around me, as if afraid to let go of the fragile thread that bound us together. I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze with unspoken understanding.
"I need you too, Newt," I confessed softly, my fingers brushing against his cheek. "You're my rock, my anchor in this chaos."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. It was a promise, a declaration of our shared resilience and love amidst the trials that fate had thrown at us.
As we pulled apart, Newt's thumb traced the curve of my jaw, his eyes searching mine as if seeking reassurance that I was truly here, safe in his arms.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested suddenly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Somewhere quiet. Just us."
A smile tugged at my lips, warmed by the playful light in his eyes. "Lead the way," I replied, my hand slipping into his as we stole away from the commotion of the Glade.
The day had worn on with a surreal mix of relief and exhaustion settling over the Glade. After being checked over by the med-jacks and showering off the grime of the Maze, I found myself back in our shared room with Newt, the air thick with unspoken emotions.
Newt stood by the window, his silhouette etched against the fading light. I watched him quietly, the events of the night replaying in my mind like a relentless tide. His concern, his fear—it all echoed in the depths of his eyes.
Turning from the window, Newt met my gaze with a mixture of tenderness and longing. "You scared the shuck out of me, Y/N," he admitted, his voice husky with emotion.
I crossed the room to him, closing the distance between us. "I'm sorry," I murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I didn't mean to worry you."
His hand covered mine, his touch warm and reassuring. "You're safe now," he said softly, his thumb brushing against my lips. "That's all that matters."
I leaned into his touch, savoring the intimacy of our closeness. "I couldn't have done it without you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You keep me grounded, Newt."
His arms enveloped me, pulling me close against his chest. "And you keep me sane," he replied, his breath stirring the strands of hair at the nape of my neck. "In this bloody Maze, you're my lifeline."
I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze with a surge of love and longing. "I love you, Newt," I whispered, my heart swelling with the weight of my confession.
His lips found mine in a passionate kiss, fuelled by gratitude, love, and unspoken promises. It was a kiss that spoke of passion, of love, of the unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of adversity.
As we parted, Newt's eyes held mine, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. "I love you too, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "More than words can say."
With a shared understanding, we moved as one, shedding the weight of the day's trials. In the sanctuary of our room, amidst the soft glow of the lantern, we found solace in each other's arms.
The world outside faded into insignificance as we lost ourselves in the rhythm of our love, our bodies and souls entwined in a dance as old as time. Each touch, each whispered endearment, spoke of a love that defied the odds, a love that thrived despite the chaos surrounding us.
In the quiet of the night, beneath the canopy of stars that seemed to watch over us, Newt and I found refuge in each other. In the safety of his embrace, I knew that no matter what trials awaited us in the Maze, we would face them together.
Passion surged between us, igniting a fire that burned brightly in the darkness. Our love, fierce and unyielding, soared beyond the confines of the Glade, binding us together in a bond that nothing could sever.
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