Maybe If I Disappeared? (Thomas x Reader x Newt)

Chapter 21

"So, when do we go in the maze?" - I sped up my walking to place myself next to Minho.

"Woah, slow down there. It may be true that you're a runner now, but considering you just spent three days in the pit, you're not gonna do any running today. At least not in the maze." - Minho turned his head forward, indicating that the conversation was over.

I slowed my walking tempo and allowed Minho to walk ahead of me. Thomas placed a hand on my upper arm as he now walked next to me.

"Minho's right. You might not have noticed yourself, but I can feel that you're exhausted y/n..." - I looked down at my feet as we both continued walking.

I knew Thomas and Minho were right. I was tired.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I've tried to get in the maze since my first day here, and now that I'm finally a runner..." - My voice trailed off.

We continued walking until we had almost reached the entrance to the maze. The doors had opened just a few minutes ago.

"Thomas come on! We need to go" - Minho, already standing at the entrance, called for Thomas.

I stopped walking since there was no point in me following him all the way.

"Promise you'll be back soon" - I said to him. Sounding more pathetic and sadder than I wished.

"Of course." - Thomas trailed his hand down my arm until it landed at my wrist, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Hurry up, I can feel the doors closing already!" - Minho called once again.

Thomas gave me a quick smile and proceeded to run off.

Even though I knew I would go into the maze soon, I still felt unexplainably unhappy.

After standing still for a minute, I decided that bothering the other Gladers with my bad mood didn't sound like the best way to spend my day. Therefore, I took a short walk over to the biggest tree in the glade.

The tree casted a large shadow that instantly relived me from the hot sunshine. I sat down on the grass with my back against the crusty bark.

Wind graced my face as I closed my eyes and disappeared into thought.

I imagined the world beyond the walls. How we all would be greeted by a large field filled with flowers, butterflies, and snow-white clouds.

Or that as we stepped out, all our memories returned, and we finally knew who we were.

Maybe we would all be greeted by our families and loved ones that we had forgotten.

Maybe...

"y/n?" - A familiar voice snapped me out of my daydreaming.

I opened my eyes to see Newt standing in front of me.

"What are you sitting here for?" - His mouth curled into the smile I didn't know I had missed.

"I don't know. Guess I'm just thinking" - He let out a giggle through his nose at my reply, and sat down next to me.

"I know the pit isn't great. But we all have to have been there at some point."

"Oh, so you've broken the rules too?!" - My voice showed a glint of excitement for the story I hoped to hear.

"Course not." - Newt answered without hesitating.

I couldn't help but laugh. Newt began chuckling as well.

Within only a few minutes of talking I had magically forgotten my bad mood.

"Newt, can I ask you something?" - My voice was more restrained since I didn't know if my question would be too personal.

"Sure" - He turned his head to look at me.

"What happened to your leg?.."

To my surprise, Newt's smile didn't disappear. He instead just looked forward.

"I used to be a runner." - My eyes grew wide.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, and one day I got... let's say 'over-courageous' and climbed some of the vines."

Newt's mood hadn't seemed to change by telling his story. However, my smile had disappeared

"You fell..." - Newt gave me a nod at my guess.

"It's a long time ago. Nothing you should worry about." - He graced a piece of hair out of my face.

I moved closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder.

Thinking about how much pain he was in, and how it must have felt upon realizing that he would be burdened with a limp. It broke me.

I nuzzled my head deeper into his neck and shoulder, leaving almost no space between us.

"You know, this is the tree where we first met" - Newt's voice sounded a bit playful.

"Oh yeah, I remember thinking: 'Why can't this twig of a boy leave me alone?'" - He let out an overdramatic gasp.

"No you did not!" - I started laughing at his theatrical response.

He kept looking at me as I continued giggling.

"Wait really?" - Him sounding almost genuinely worried this time.

"Guess you'll never know" - I only returned a cheeky smirk.

"Bloody hell..." - He whispered to himself. I began laughing once again as I returned to lean on his shoulder.