A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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── # 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶 , 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 ↳ ' the second half of the song'
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❝ I always thought having a son and having a daughter would be the same. ❞
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; ( YOU ARE THE REASON calum scott )
MADYLIN WOKE WITH HER CHEEKS MASHED into something warm and firm, a steady rise and fall beneath her. Newt. His skin radiated heat, the kind that made her want to go back to sleep and never move again. His arm was draped over her shoulder, fingers curled loose but protectively at her bicep. Above her, she could feel the faintest catch in his breath, a dream shifting behind his closed eyes.
Thomas pressed in on the other side like a human wall. He'd slipped down sometime during the night, his head nudged almost under Madylin's chin. His arm hooked over her waist, hand half-tangled in the hem of her tank top. He was out cold, face mashed into the thin pillow, lips parted like a kid who'd finally gotten his nap after a day in the sun.
For a moment, Madylin just stayed put, eyes half-lidded and blurry. There wasn't any panic, no gut-tight fear clenching her up. Just the press of two bodies she trusted—maybe the only two she trusted anymore—breathing with her, holding her together like the glue in a cracked vase.
She stared at a small rip in the tent wall, morning gold leaking through the split seam. Maybe it was the first time she'd ever actually noticed daylight before anyone yelling or alarms or the sense of being hunted woke her since the Glade. It felt like new, sunlight. It made everything look soft and fake.
Her mind wandered back to the underground tunnels.
Brenda was shaking her head as she guided them down one of the paths."Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope has killed more of my friends than the Flare and Scorched combined." Madylin didn't believe in hope back then either. She didn't want to. But now, she was beginning to think otherwise. Maybe it wasn't as dangerous as she and Brenda had made it out to be.
She let the memory fade and tried to catalog her body. Nothing hurt. Not even her side where Thomas had elbowed her in the ribs last night, purely by accident, but with the force of a small rhino. No ache in her hands. No pounding headache. Just a blank, clean slate. She didn't know what to do with that.
The silence was thick. It settled over her like a second sleeping bag. If she focused, she could hear Newt's heartbeat where her ear rested. She remembered reading somewhere that people synced up, their breathing, their pulses, if they were close enough for long enough. Maybe that's what this was.
