"Nora, guess what?" Minho ran over to me. I was watching the sea, something I did every morning. It was quite peaceful and relaxing.

"What?" I snapped. My mood immediately lightened down because Minho interrupted my relax hour.

"I'm growing a beard." Minho smiled. My eyebrows furrowed for a second, but then I burst out of laughing. 

"What is so cool about that, Minho?" I sighed. "And besides, shave it off. It won't look good on you." 

"Newt's growing a French mustache and Thomas a goatee," Minho added.

"No, they're not." I got up from my seat. "You're acting like a child, Minho."

I didn't even know how old I actually was. Or Newt or literally anyone, but I guessed by the time we arrived in the Safe Haven at least eighteen. Though Newt had a baby face, I knew for sure Thomas was younger than him.

"It's my special ability." Minho grinned. "No, but I'm serious. I have to shave now."

"You're a bit late, don't you think?" I chuckled. "I think the others had to do that in the Glade."

Minho ignored my comment, which he didn't seem to find funny at all. "I had to get you for breakfast."

~

"Hey, love." Newt motioned for me to sit down next to him. "What's up?"

"Minho interrupted my morning." I mocked jokingly. "And what did I hear? You're growing a mustache?"

Newt chuckled, which I still thought was very cute after all those months. "Believe whatever you want, but I ain't growing a mustache."

"Good idea." I agreed and started eating. I was glad Frypan still volunteered to cook food in the Safe Haven. His cooking skills were the best and I can't remember eating something better than the food he made.

Soon Thomas and Logan joined us for breakfast. I had noticed the two of them turned into really good friends, something I was glad about. At least Logan finally found his place. Thomas did tell me Teresa died. Though I didn't like her, I still felt bad. Especially for Thomas. I wondered what it would be like for Newt to lose me. Probably the same as it was for Thomas, I hoped at least.  

After breakfast, I decided to do something I didn't have the courage to do before. I was going to carve Chuck's name into the big stone. Of course, you would think it wouldn't be so hard to carve someone's name, but it was for me. I still wasn't fully over Chuck's death and I wondered if I would ever be. 

I said goodbye to Newt and the others and walked over to the big stone. Slowly I trailed my hand over all the names I recognized. Alby, Winston, Jeff, Clint, Zart, Teresa. All the names were there. A dark feeling washed over me, something I hadn't felt in a long time, but I ignored it and took a deep breath. Then I started carving. 

By the time I was done, tears streamed down my face, but I managed to be proud of myself. Suddenly two hands were gently put down on my waist. "Hey, love." I immediately knew who it was. "What are you doing?" Newt spun me around but his smile disappeared when he saw the tears on my face. 

"Sorry." I sniffed and quickly wiped the tears away. 

"It's alright. You can cry." Newt lifted my face up and picked an eyelash off my cheek. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded and motioned at Chuck's name on the stone. "I did it."

Newt inspected the name, a smile growing on his face. "You did it." He cheerfully said. "Great job, love." He took my hand into his large one.

~

At night Minho offered me a drink, but I refused. Though I finally felt a bit happy and safe, it was hard for me to do stuff that reminded me of anything in the past. Even drinking alcohol reminded me of the bonfires we had in the Glade. All of it made me somber and that was the last thing I would want to happen.

"I'm not getting drunk again." I laughed it off. Minho pulled a face and handed the drink to Logan, who happily drank it. 

"Why not? Scared Newt is gonna get some pant problems?" Minho grinned.

I sighed loudly. "Did you still not forget about that?" 

"Of course not! I'm gonna tease Newt with that until the day I die." Minho dramatically answered. Logan chuckled under his breath, which immediately drew Minho's attention. 

"What're you laughing about?" Minho suspiciously asked.

I shook my head heavily, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. I gave him a 'tell him and I'll kill you' look. He was laughing about the fact he heard me and Newt, you know...

"Nothing." Logan quickly said. As always, he just listened to whatever I told him to do like a pet. I let out a small, relieved sigh.

At least an hour later, I got up. "I'm going to bed," I announced.

"I'll come with you." Newt immediately said.

I shook my head. "That's not necessary." 

Newt and I had convinced Vince, who was the leader of the Safe Haven, we needed a hut together. He agreed and gave us a nice big one. I was very stunned by it and could've never dreamed about something nicer than the hut. 

Eventually, Newt did come with me so we walked into our hut. As I said, it was a big one. There was a king-sized bed in the corner of the hut, big enough for at least three people. There were two closets next to it, one for me and one for Newt. Though that didn't make much sense since I stole all Newt of his clothes. But I mean, you can't blame me. He smells too good. 

A desk with a chair was on the other side of the hut, next to it was a drawer with some candles on top of it. We didn't have much electricity except in the kitchen. It was very messy in one corner of the hut. I and Newt collected some random stuff we owned or found and put it in the corner every time. There also lay an air mattress with an extra pillow for no reason. I guessed it was for any guests or if I and Newt ever didn't want to sleep next to each other.

"Good night, love."

"Good night, lizard."