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?