Newt

There had always been a private, unseen world between Newt and Mia. Every shared glance, every fleeting smile by the plantations, radiated a tender tremor they both knew, even if they couldn't yet say it out loud.
Everything changed in the afternoon. Mia stood near the shelter, chatting cheerfully with one of the boys, laughing at his jokes. Minho, standing nearby, just back from a grueling run, instantly sensed the tension in the air. Noticing the painful change in Newt's gaze, the usually sharp-tongued and boisterous Minho suddenly fell silent. He silently shifted his gaze from Mia to the limping boy, whose gaze had dimmed and whose shoulders had visibly tensed. Newt merely clenched his fists and turned away, plunging into silence until the evening.
By nightfall, the Glade had come alive. A huge fire had blazed in the center of the clearing, Gally's potent liquor flowed from wooden mugs, and the Gladers danced wildly to the beat of homemade drums, celebrating the end of another successful day.
But Newt didn't share the general mirth. He sat deep in the shadows on a fallen log at the very edge of the darkening forest, far from the bright flames. His soul burned no less than the fire, though Newt tried to convince himself he had no right to be jealous.
Suddenly, the sky above the Labyrinth clouded over, and a cool rain fell upon the Glade. The fire began to hiss, dying down, and the boys, shouting and laughing, scattered under the awnings, fleeing the torrents of water. The bustling clearing instantly emptied.
Newt remained seated, oblivious to the streams of water running down his face and soaking wet clothes. But then, through the downpour, he spotted an approaching silhouette.
Mia didn't run for cover with everyone else. She walked straight toward it, completely oblivious to the storm.
Newt slowly rose from the log and took a step toward her, stopping almost right next to her. Placing his hands on her waist, he pulled her toward him.
He gently touched her cheek with his cool fingers and quietly whispered:

• If I dance, it will only be with