Newt

The Glade always had an atmosphere of friendship and unity. Every day brought new challenges, but for you, it became a true home. She was the life of the party—always smiling, ready to support and cheer up her friends. But deep within her, there was another feeling, one she hid even from herself. It was Newt.

From the first time you saw him when he arrived in the Glade, you knew he was special. His confidence, calm, and kindness drew her like a magnet. She often caught herself watching him work or interact with others. But she never dared tell him how she felt.

Every day they grew closer, spending time together around the fire, sharing stories and laughing at jokes. You felt there was something more between them, but Fear lost him as a friend.

However, everything changed when Theresa came to the Glade. From the moment she arrived, Newt was different. It was as if he'd forgotten about you, immersing himself in his new friendship with Theresa. They laughed together, shared secrets, but Newt became cold towards you. Every time he mentioned Theresa, a dull thud echoed in your heart. The comparisons were unbearable: "Theresa's better at this," "Theresa does that," "She's so brave. "

You think you can remain independent, but it's becoming more and more difficult with each passing day. Her smile faded, and a sense of betrayal grew within her. One day, sitting by the canyon, she couldn't take it anymore. The sky above her was as gray as her mood.

• Damn it! Can you be more careful!? - Newt started yelling at you. - You're impossible! Teresa wouldn't screw up like that!
  "Teresa again..." you whispered, barely audible. "Well, yes, she's better..."
  "How did I ever put up with you?!" He grew increasingly angry, unable to contain his emotions. "Get lost! I'm tired of putting up with you!"

You didn't argue. She dropped her tools and walked into her hut without even looking back.