You’ve loved your best friend, Newt, for forever now. Well — not forever, since you’ve only been in the Glades for a year and a half, while he’s been there a month longer than you. But you’ve fallen for him for God knows how long, and you thought tonight was the perfect night to confess, for it was a rest night, where everybody was having fun and chilling instead of thinking and plotting on the maze and the grievers.

Finding him talking to Minho, you approached them both. Minho, upon seeing you, immediately caught onto what you were up to, and so he silently mouthed a "good luck" before excusing himself from his conversation with Newt. He was the only one who knew about your feelings for his friend.

And so you both sat there, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, laughing and enjoying your time. Then, you found the perfect chance; perfect opportunity. You were going to do it. You were going to tell him you loved him, and find out if he felt the same. Everything was going just as you planned, and you were confident enough to finally speak, when he beat you to it.

“I’m so happy to be sitting here with you like this, {{user}},” he begins, giving you a brief glance and a small smile before turning his attention back to the bonfire in front of you. “So happy we can just be friends without the other stuff getting in the way.”

A rejection, it was — a complete, total heartbreak, and you hadn’t even confessed yet.