Newt’s POV:

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

When I was happy, it felt like I had a life raft.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

My life raft had broken a long time ago.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

Almost everyone I knew was dead.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

I was sinking, with no way out.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

I was sinking, with no way out.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

I was sinking.

I felt like I was drowning in darkness.

No way out.

Minho’s POV:

I tried not to think of everyone.

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Of everyone gone.

At least sleep was a relief.

Being with Newt was a relief.

God, if Newt wasn’t here, I don’t know what I’d do.

I fell asleep, feeling grateful to have Newt with me.

Newt’s POV:

I woke up, gasping for breath.

The only thing I could see was darkness

I was drowning in darkness.

I needed out, I needed to get out.

My eyes adjusted, and with relief I saw the walls of my new house.

Our new house.

I got out of bed, careful not to disturb Minho.

I stepped outside, onto the sand.

The sun wasn’t up yet, but the sky was brightening.

I started walking, I didn’t know where. I just needed to move, to get away from the darkness.

I found myself back where we had slept the night before.

No one slept there now.

I guess they all had gotten houses too.

Then I remembered the gun.

I walked over to the pile of clothes, and reached my hand under them, until I felt the cold metal. I picked it up, and walked over to the cliff. I sat down, my legs swinging freely over the side. I looked down at the gun, turning it in my hands. The sun had started to rise, and the light glinted off of the metal. I turned it over and over in my hands. I closed my eyes, and just let myself drift in the ocean of darkness that had become my home. I heard a shout, and my eyes jolted open, and I flinched

“Newt!”

Ah, shuck. It was Minho.

Shuck, shuck, shuck.

What is he gonna think when he sees me with a gun? Alone?

I looked frantically around, and shoved the gun into a crack in the cliff just as Minho sat down next to me, his hair somehow perfect, while mine was a ruffled mess.

“Good morning Newt!”

“. . .Morning.”

Minho started talking, but I wasn’t listening.

I was looking downward, at the sharp rocks and sand far below.

I would definitely die if I jumped here.

My body would wash out to sea.

No one would know.

How easy would it be to just. . .accidently slip off the ledge?

Minho’s voice brought me back from the sea of darkness.

No, I was never out of it.

He just gave me another breath of air, everytime I talked to him.

Every Time I was with him

“Newt?”

I blinked

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

I smiled

“I love you too.”

Then we kissed.

I had another breath of air under the waters of darkness.

But did I really want another breath?