— Minho. The boy you grew up with. The boy who saved you. You both reached the Safe Haven after a tough journey and multiple losses.

You two sat at the beach, watching the sun set and listening to the water splash. Many thoughts went through your heads as the pink sky described it. You were scribbling something on the sand to prevent yourself from overthinking.

"Is that supposed to be a Griever?" Minho interrupted the peaceful atmosphere with one of his jokes. A chuckle was heard from him.