Talk To Me (Newt-TMR)
The Glade was busy today, everyone going about their own business. You were keeping yourself occupied by cutting some vines, humming to yourself as you went. Whilst you worked, a couple of other gladers walked by, giving you strange looks. You gave them a small smile which was not reciprocated, causing you to sigh.
You had been in the Glade for a while now but you still didn’t feel like you belonged. Everyone seemed to have some kind of connection with others but you appeared to stick out like a sore thumb. The only one who showed you some friendliness was Newt.
You liked Newt. A lot. But him being second in command, he didn’t have much spare time. There had been one evening when you had sat outside alone, staring at the walls of the maze, and he had found you. The two of you had conversed for a while but that was pretty much it. You wished you had a stronger relationship with him.
You were beginning to grow tired but you didn’t stop working, in fact you worked harder. If you stopped for too long, you would over-thinking and that was never good. So you powered through, ignoring the fatigue creeping up on you.
After the vines were cut, you moved on to bringing boxes of supplies inside. They were heavy but you convinced yourself you could manage. You made it just inside when the exhaustion became too much and you dropped the box, collapsing to the ground. You suddenly felt completely helpless and tears began spilling down your cheeks.
“Y/N?” You heard a voice from behind you and you looked up. Newt was standing behind you, his face etched with concern. You turned away from him, ashamed. He came over to you and knelt beside you. “What’s wrong?”
You didn’t reply, refusing to look at him. He sighed.
“Come on, Y/N. Talk to me.”
“What do you want me to say? That I don’t belong here? Fine, I said it. There you go.”
“What are you talking about? Of course you belong here. The Glade wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“That’s really not how it feels to me.”
“I know it might seem like people don’t get you. But we’re kind of like a family. We have each other’s backs. And I care about you more than you know.”
He nodded and wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Yep.”
“Thanks, Newt,” you laughed lightly and he pulled you into a hug. For the first time you felt like you belonged.