high walls
(don't think, just jump)
He stands on the edge of smooth gray pavement, feet tipped near the edge; the wind whistles, playing with his hair as it passes by, but that's the only noise, and that's the only visitor Newt has.
He can see the flat surfaces of the other Maze walls; none of them slope down, so they stand like flat rooftops, and they seem to stretch on for miles and miles. People have climbed them, and people have fallen off of them. Alby doesn't allow anyone to climb on top of them anymore.
"Someone could die," he'd said once. "Do you really want to take that risk?"
Yes.
Now I do.
Newt breathes in deeply. He knows that Minho and all the other Runners and Alby—especially Alby—won't forgive him for this. They won't. They all want out of the Maze, too; they're looking for a way out, and here he is, taking the path that none of them want him to.
But this is the only way out, for Newt anyways. This is his only option; he's run out of hope, out of other methods. There is no way out, except this.
There are tears pricking at his eyes. Newt allows them to fall, just this time, and they create little wet drops on the otherwise cool pavement.
Sorry, he thinks. I'm sorry.
And then he closes his eyes.
He jumps.