Everybody is born with a soulmate and heterochromia-your right is your natural eye color and your left is the color of your soulmates. When you meet your soulmate, your eyes match up. Fate has a twisted sense of humor.

❝ What did they find? ❞ Thomas looks back at him, and there is anguish clearly written on his face. ❝ You have Alzheimer's, Newt. ❞ His breath catches in his throat. Alzheimer's. ❝ There's no cure for that, ❞ he says. ❝ No, ❞ the other whispers, and Newt is struck by just how old he looks-Thomas isn't young anymore, certainly, but now his face seems to have aged ten years. Determination, however, lights his features as he continues. ❝ It'll be okay, though. You're on medication right now. That-that'll slow it down. And I'll take care of you. I won't leave. We'll get through this together, just like the way it's always been. ❞ Newt is dying, and the worse part is that his mind's too fucked-up for him to realize it. ( tmr sickness au feat. newtmas and a lot of tissues ) PREVIOUSLY REMEMBER ME

Ever since Thomas had gotten on the 2:30 train, he had been unable to take his eyes off the stunning boy sitting across from him. Who also happened to be asleep. - So Newtmas AU set in present time. This also my first fanfiction. Ever. So please, no hate. But if I do make a mistake somewhere, feel free to tell me and give some ideas for the story. Also questions. Love questions. - Currently on hiatus until further notice, but feel free to read what I have! - Yeah.

Thomas is volunteering at the hospital for the summer and is assigned to a stubborn and troubled patient known for scaring off just about every nurse in the place with his cold attitude. While apprehensive at first, he is eventually convinced to accept the challenge of befriending one Newt Isaacs before his discharge date.

❝ he felt lost without the broken boy. ❞ a newtmas fanfiction credit to james dashner © 2017 | -stcrlight

For seventeen year old Newt, the number ten is everything. Ten steps. Ten times you must snap your fingers. Ten nods of your head. Ten. When he's put in a mental institution for his extreme OCD, depression and anxiety, he meets some unlikely friends. And possibly the boy he's been looking for his whole life. But can he trust him? (also on AO3 under ava_kay) WARNING: content may be TRIGGERING for some (deals with various mental illnesses) most characters from The Maze Runner by James Dashner, I do not own them. p.s.- if newt says anything that seems ignorant towards mental illnesses, please know I'm trying to portray a teenager who doesn't understand yet, and that he eventually will understand!

He was blonde, tall and perfect. In his hand he gripped firmly to a long wooden stick, as if his life depended on it. Thomas looked back at this boy's face, but then gasped. His eyes were a glazed cloudy, unseen grey. The boy was blind. [will no longer be updating.]

It was the 17th of October, 2015, when Thomas was checked into River State Mental hospital. He liked to think that he was insane, and maybe he really was. But a certain blonde with brown eyes made him wish he'd never get his sanity back, because being mental meant staying with him forever if he desired. That same blonde he found himself falling for, and maybe having barely any sanity left in himself and having someone equally insane right beside him meant that their love could be wild and reckless and completely, well, mental. And maybe that wasn't all too bad. This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt and Thomas are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner. Neither is Stiles Stilinski, who belongs to Jeff Davis.

Thomas and Newt met when they were younger, (7 years old to be exact) they thought what they did was right, kiss each other on the cheek and hold hands. Thomas' parents thought it was the most adorable thing in the world, aside from Newts parents, well, not so much. Thomas never saw Newt after that, he never got to keep in touch, which broke his heart. Until, 11 years later, he saw him at last, at a very bad time, but the right time to save the love of his life, as he thought over the years. (Trigger warning)