Live ➳ Newt

Live ➳ Newt

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A feeling of comfort washed over me as his arms repeated my action, pulling me closer to his chest. "Of course, I got completely tangled up in all the ivy. Snapped my leg in three different places and landed hard on the floor." He stated, trying to make me feel better by joking about it. It didn't work. I inhaled deeply and hugged him tighter. "I thought that was it, that I was gone, but Minho found me somehow. He picked me up and took me back to the glade. We never told anyone what really happened." I looked up at him, his gaze meeting my own, "But, I have something to live for now and I'm not going to take any chances to lose it." #1 on thomasbrodiesangster #1 on thomassangster #1 on tmr #1 on glade #1 on newtfanfic #1 on themaze
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You were in Group B, with all the other girls, but that all changed when you got lost in the Maze, alone. For days you outran grievers and tried to make it back, but your supplies were scarce and you blacked out. When you woke up, you thought you were home in the Springs (Group B's Glade), but you noticed something. This place was different. It was warmer and the smelt strange, and the biggest difference, it was filled with boys. When you awoke you ran around in a panic, threatening anyone who came within twenty feet of you, until you saw him. Something in your memory loss faltered as you looked at the boy with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. You remembered him from something. You knew that you and the boy were somehow connected. TW: depression, suicide, mild swearing

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