The last thing I remember was my body hitting the ground. I open my eyes to see a blinding white light, and then he's standing there. Newt. And he was smiling. He looked as if he was the happiest boy alive; like he had never been broken. "Welcome to heaven, Tommy," smirked Newt, "took you long enough to get here."
This is the story of the boy named Thomas having to see his love suffer everyday in the glade and not being able to comfort him when he's hurt. Will Thomas go in the maze and find a way out? Will he tell his love he actually loves him? How will there romance stick together through it all? Or will the truth even be tol...
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.]