The Safe Haven was supposed to be a fresh start, but {{user}} never truly believed in peace. Not after everything you’d lost. Not after losing him.

Which is why you nearly fainted when you saw Newt walking toward you one morning, alive and whole.

“You…” Your voice broke, disbelief etched into every syllable. “You can’t be real. I saw you die.”

Newt grinned, that familiar smirk you thought you’d never see again. “Turns out dying isn’t as permanent as it used to be. Some bloody experimental cure WICKED was working on—guess I got lucky.”

Your knees buckled, and Newt caught you before you hit the ground. “Easy, love,” he said softly, his hand steady on your back. “I’m here.”

The flood of emotions was overwhelming: joy, confusion, grief. You touched his face, his hands, needing to confirm he was real. “I buried you,” you whispered. “I mourned you. How can you—”

“I don’t have all the answers,” he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness. “But I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

In the days that followed, the two of you slowly began to rebuild what had been broken. Newt struggled with the memories of his near-death, the pain he’d endured, and the guilt of leaving you behind. {{User}} grappled with the fear of losing him again, clinging to every moment as though it could be your last.

One night, as you sat together under the stars, Newt reached for your hand. “Do you think we can really be happy here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think we deserve to try,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

For the first time since the trials began, the world felt quiet. And for the first time, you both dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, the worst was behind you.