Into The Maze X2

Into The Maze X2

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//A TIME-TRAVEL NEWTMAS STORY// //Yes, smut// Life felt like death. By all means, he was alive, but without Newt beside him, he was dead inside. What was life without him? When violently thrust back in time to the Glade, Thomas realises three things. One: Everyone was alive. Two: He was going to save them, save them all. Three: Newt looked good. Like, really good. But he didn't like Newt. Not like, like. definitely not, like, like... Thomas is engaged in a race against time, fighting to keep them, and himself alive. And fighting for his love. 'I will love you until the world ends.' 'Don't leave me.' 'Never.' 'I meant what I said.' 'What?" 'I'll stay for eternity.' HE KNEW, THIS TIME, IT WOULD BE BETTER. IT HAD TO BE.
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You were in Group B, with all the other girls, but that all changed when you got lost in the Maze, alone. For days you outran grievers and tried to make it back, but your supplies were scarce and you blacked out. When you woke up, you thought you were home in the Springs (Group B's Glade), but you noticed something. This place was different. It was warmer and the smelt strange, and the biggest difference, it was filled with boys. When you awoke you ran around in a panic, threatening anyone who came within twenty feet of you, until you saw him. Something in your memory loss faltered as you looked at the boy with sandy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. You remembered him from something. You knew that you and the boy were somehow connected. TW: depression, suicide, mild swearing

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