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.
Everyday was the same. Get up, eat, run the maze, come back, eat again, and then go to bed. Your daily schedule had no variation up until one day when you mistakenly took a wrong turn during your run. You hadn't realized you were off course till you stepped foot into a clearing full of boys instead of the group of girls you considered family. Little did you know not only would they be your ticket out but also your chance at finding what others described to be "true love."
Newt and Thomas will be your main love interests but I might add others to the mix.