I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
We had escaped the maze, escaped the scorch and survived with only 6 gladers left: Minho, Thomas, Gally, Fry, Newt and myself. We had others join us while we were inside the scorch and with the Right Arm but they weren't the same. They weren't the same boys (or new girls) who we're locked inside of a giant maze under the control of Nick and Alby.
None of us knew how to handle this newfound freedom living inside paradise since the maze was all we knew. We had known nothing but how to handle ourselves for these past three years so when we're now being handed things, we didn't know how to adapt.
Newt and I were given our own apartment inside an apartment building with the other gladers and girls from group B. They offered Newt his own room but since we had been sleeping together for two years inside the glade, it seemed wrong to be alone.
We changed into a fresh outfit- also new- and climbed into our large bed. The thick sheets required the fan to spin on the ceiling; it was a gesture we never had considering the glade was so hot year round.
We sat with our backs against the headboard and our hands tangled between us. Our legs were touching and my head was gently resting on his shoulder.
"This is so... new," Newt said eyeing the blank television in front of us. It's not that we didn't remember a television, it was we didn't know what to do with it. We knew it was used to watch a show or movie but in the glade we got by with jokes and some books. A device like a television was too complicated.
My eyes were instead locked on Newt who looked fresh and clean. He never looked like that before. He had had many showers in the glade but never did we have hot water, soap or shampoo to clean ourselves with. There wasn't a single speck of dirt left on his soft skin and it made me uncomfortable; his skin was now an entire shade lighter without it.
"Too many things are changing," I whispered. He met my eyes with the same fear and worry that mine had. He was just holding it in better.
He suddenly wrapped his arm around my body and pulled me so I was lying on his bare chest. He gently ran his fingers through my hair with his new clean fingers- no dirt under the finger nails like before. He rocked me like a child in his arms and left a warm kiss on my forehead.
"I know, love. I guess this is our new normal," he smiled trying to lift me up. He knew that smile worked on me. All it took was the curling of the corners of his lips or the shining of his bright teeth to calm me down, and he took advantage of that often.
"Why don't we get some sleep. Maybe with a good nights rest we'll feel better," he offered. He waited for my answer and took it as a yes when I nodded.
He shifted around in the bed until he was lying with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his face buried so close in my neck, it tickled when he breathed. I intertwined our fingers on the bed space in front of me and closed my eyes.
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"Goodnight love," he whispered in my neck before leaving a soft, wet kiss on it.
"Goodnight darling," I replied falling into sleep.
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The faint noise of rattling shook me awake. My eyes hadn't opened yet when I heard the faint rattling in my ears. I shook it off feeling my eyes unable to open since I was extremely exhausted.
I suddenly felt cold and realized Newt wasn't beside me. He wasn't against me giving me his warmth. I assumed he had left for the bathroom or something so I didn't worry much.
But then the noise came again. I sat up bolt right after screaming loudly. Hands wrapped around my shoulders as I frantically panted and darted my eyes around the room.
"Hey, hey, love. Shh calm down. I've got you," Newt's soothing accented voice filled my ears. He spun me around until he could press my head into his quick beating chest. "Shh, its just a storm. I've got you. I've got you."
I then started crying while gripping onto his shoulders. He continued to try and soothe me by holding my head and rocking me as he did before. It took a few minutes of my quiet sobs to calm my heart rate to normal.
"I-it sounded l-like the doors o-o-of the maze," I hiccuped through most of my sentence. It was true. The boom of the thunder sounding like the same boom the doors made when they shut for the night. With my eyes closed, I thought I was back in the maze.
He pulled me out of his chest and lifted my chin. His eyes eyes were wet too, as if in moments he could cry along with me, but he held it firm for me. He needed to be the strong one right now. He cupped my cheeks and pulled our foreheads together so I could only focus on him. What he was doing was working
"We're out. We escaped. We'll never see those bloody doors ever again," he assured me making sure I understood. "We're not in the maze. We're free. See, we have a bloody television!" I giggled which made him smile back.
"Thanks Newt. I'm sorry for-" he stopped me by pushing his lips on mine. He smiled when I kissed back so we could share a gentle kiss.
"Don't say sorry. Now come back to sleep with me." He shifted back in the bed and pulled me over his chest so I was lying directly on top of him.
