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This is my first Maze Runner fanfic. Kinda like the idea of Newt having a lover? Idk, but YOLO so I wrote this.

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"There used to be a girl here?" Thomas asks Alby, who nods in response. His dark eyes had an unusually grave expression in them, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Yeah. She was ..." he broke off, staring at the wall with glazed eyes. He stopped tapping his foot against the tiles, and a silence took over the room.

"Great." Minho finished the sentence for Alby. He folded his muscular arms and looked Thomas in the eyes, "Really great."

"What was her name?" Thomas asked quietly. The pain in Minho and Alby's eyes was so different to their usual tough expressions.

"Ada." Alby focused his eyes again, "You remind me of her when she first arrived. Irritated at everybody for not giving her answers."

"Obviously, when she found out about the maze she was straight in there. Her and Gally had a few disagreements about her being a runner, and everyone knows he has a short temper."

"You mean, he hit her?" Thomas knew that the Glader was rude and violent, but this was shocking.

Alby chuckled, "Yeah. He gave her a nice bruise, and earned himself a couple nights in the Slammer."

"Obviously, Newt didn't let him touch her again. Never seen him like that before." Minho smirked.

"How did she … y'know … die?"

Minho stopped smiling suddenly.

"One day, she went into the Maze with Minho." Alby gestures to the huge, stone door with a hand, "It took them a while, but he was the only one that returned."

"I couldn't have done anything." Minho's eyes seemed to be trained at the floor, "Trust me, I wouldn't have let her die if I could help it."

"Newt was torn up. He didn't blame Minho, none of us did, but for weeks he was broken. He stopped running because of his limp a month later."

"We all miss her. Even Gally." Minho doesn't look up.

"Don't mention her in front of Newt, though." Alby warned, "There's a chance he'll hurt you. He misses her the most."

"I won't tell anyone," Thomas promised.

"Good."

Newt stood behind the door with a hand over his mouth. He touched his bad ankle with tender fingers, every memory flooding back into his brain; her loud laugh, her insulting demeanour, her unevenly cut hair which was always so unkempt.

She was all he had left. And the maze took her away.