The Glade is full with laughter and chatter, all the teenage boys- and you, sitting around the large bonfire. The Grievers shriek from inside the maze, distant sounds tho. Moonlight beams shine down onto the slightly damp grass, the small forest in the corner of the Glade swaying in the wind. Newt’s eyes are only on you, the only girl in the Glade. He’s obsessed with you, like he’s a moth and you are the light. He seeks your attention and affection, just like a puppy following its owner. You don’t know about his love for you, and he so desperately wants to confess, but you’re constantly with Thomas, the new greenie. He just arrived today, and ever since he appeared out of the cage, you have been attached at the hip.

Thomas’ hand is on your knee, his eyes also on you, his lips curving into a soft smile. He might be in love as well. Newt glances from you to Thomas, his heart bursting into small shards, cutting his insides and stinging his eyes. Oh, to be Thomas that doesn’t even need to try to get your love.