Newt had heard the stories, knew them like the back of his hand: everybody has a soulmate in this world, one person made just for them, blah, blah, blah. Their initials were inscribed on everybody's chest, just to the left of the sternum, directly over the heart. That he was fine with. The problem for him, personally, lay within the other condition: that if you came within close proximity of your soulmate, but failed to meet them, you would have to relive the day until you succeeded. Which, in theory, seems like a good idea, but that's because most people didn't fuck up this badly.

The world is black and white until you touch your soulmate; then color explodes before your eyes {written from a prompt} Newt has yet to find his soulmate. He acts like he doesn't care to the public but he truly longs to see the beautiful colors that Minho tells him about. Even more he longs for someone to love and someone to love him. Thomas is alone but unsearching. He doesn't mind the calm black and white of the world. It would be nice to have someone like his best friend Teresa but the world works in mysterious ways.

thomas isn't into music, well he enjoys it casually, but he comes no where near close to being as obsessed with it as his younger sister is // when rose's friends are away she drags her older brother to her favorite place to watch local bands // little did thomas know a night of live music would lead him to becoming smitten with a certain blonde guitar player who goes by the name of newt