His tears rolled down his face once again, as if happiness in his life was non existent. He looked somewhat older; bags under his eyes, tattered clothes. Though he had been abused mentally, there was one thing in his terrifying life that he seemed to have held onto. Hope. Hope that one day, he would be free from the hell he was living. Hope that one day, someone would come and save him. And so he lay, closed his eyes and the world darkened.

He woke to the sound of voices. Petrified, he didn't move, that is, until he heard the sweet voice. It was Thomas.

He opened his eyes, in fear of what he was going to see. Never before had he felt this terrified of seeing his boyfriend's face. But instead, the worry in Thomas' eyes and the quiver of his lips showed concern, something Newt has never seen before. He had assumed that Thomas would be mad at him, but instead...

"Hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

Newt's heart rate slowly decreased as he heard the soft voice. He was in too much pain to move, so he simply nodded, a tear cascading down his cheek. Thomas moved slightly to wipe it away, and Newt smiled. What did he do to deserve someone like Thomas? He didn't know. But he knew that he must've been the luckiest boy in the Glade. Thomas moved again, this time to lay next to Newt.

Newt only just realised where he was: he was concentrating too much on Thomas. Or was out just the right amount? He was in a comfy bed in the med jack hut.

"You still haven't told me what actually happened out there?" Thomas whispered, seeing Newt deep in thought.

"In time, Tommy. When the time is right."

Thomas nodded his head ever so slightly, his hand moving up to Newt's face yet again to wipe away a tear. However, Newt realised he wasn't crying anymore. The distance between them had closed so their faces were only centimetres apart. Before Newt realised, he and Thomas were kissing, and after what just happened to him, he really needed to feel as if someone in this distopian universe of utter hell cared for him.

"WHAT THE SHUCKIN' HELL IN GOING ON HERE?!"

Newt recognised the voice immediately. Minho. He and Thomas broke apart immediately only to see Minho smirk and go away.

"Where were we?" Thomas whispered.

And so they continued for god knows how long, only to be broken apart the next morning when the doors of the maze opened.

And that is my Newtmas fanfic for you guys. Hope you enjoy it, I loved writing it. more coming soon xxx