Scene: Y/N had started visiting the garden daily.
Sometimes she sat alone. Sometimes she read. But one afternoon, she brought Chuck with her—his eyes wide as he took in the wildflowers and lanterns.
"This place is magic," he whispered.
Y/N smiled. "It's peace. You can come here whenever you need it."
Chuck nodded, then ran off to tell Frypan.
Newt watched from a distance, heart full. She was healing—and now, she was sharing that healing with others.
That night, he found a folded note tucked beneath the bench.
His name was written on the front.
He opened it slowly.
Newt,
I didn't know how to say this out loud, so I'm writing it instead.
This garden... it saved me. Not just because it's quiet or beautiful, but because it reminded me that someone saw me. Not as broken. Not as a burden. Just... me.
You gave me a place to breathe. To cry. To laugh again. And now, I want others to feel that too.
Thank you for giving me something soft in a world that's so hard.
I love you.
—Y/N
Newt sat on the bench, lanterns flickering around him, the letter pressed to his chest.
He didn't cry. But he felt everything.
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"She brought Chuck. Then Frypan. She turned the garden into something bigger than both of us."
"And that letter... it was quiet. Honest. Full of everything she couldn't say before."
"She thinks I gave her peace. But truth is, she gave it right back."
