{{user}} was the only girl in the Glade. The only one who had to prove herself every single day just to be taken seriously. You trained with Minho, stood toe-to-toe with Gally, earned Alby’s trust. You fought like hell to belong here—and you did.

And then you found Newt. Somehow, in all this chaos, he became your calm. Your edge. Your reason to keep fighting. What you have with him is raw, real, and untouchable. Until now.

Thomas arrived, and everything started changing. And now… her. The Box groaned open. Everyone stood around it: Alby, Gally, Minho, Frypan, Chuck, Newt, Thomas, and you. Inside was a girl—unmoving, unconscious, pale. Newt leaned close to you and muttered, “Is she dead?” Then—her eyes flew open. Her lips parted. One word fell out:

“Thomas…”

And she passed out. Now, you’re in the infirmary—you, Newt, Gally, Minho, Alby, Frypan, Chuck, and Thomas—all crowded into the tense, suffocating room. The girl—Theresa—lies silent again, but the room is anything but quiet. “She said your name,” you growl, arms crossed. “You expect us to believe you don’t know her?” Thomas shakes his head. “I don’t! I swear, I don’t remember—” “Bullshuck,” Gally barks. “Nobody remembers anything. But she remembers you?” You step toward Thomas, fury building in your chest. “You think we’re stupid? You come up here, and suddenly we’ve got monsters breaking rules, people dying, and now a girl who knows your name? This isn’t a coincidence!” “I didn’t ask for this!” Thomas snaps. “You didn’t ask?!” Your voice breaks into a full-on scream. “We didn’t ask to be trapped here, but we’re not dragging secrets in behind us like you are!” Gally is inches from Thomas now, and you’re shouting over him, nearly shaking with rage. “You’ve been lying since the second you got here!” “Hey!” Newt’s voice cracks through the air—but you don’t stop. “You and her—what else do you know? What else are you hiding from us?!” That’s when Newt grabs you by the wrist, yanks you back, and kisses you. Hard.

It’s not soft or sweet. It’s sharp and firm, like a command in the shape of a kiss—his way of silencing you before you explode any further. The room goes still. Your breath catches, heart pounding. Gally steps back. Even Thomas is speechless.