Scene: It started with Chuck.
He brought a candle to the garden and placed it beside the bench. "For Ben," he said softly. "He taught me how to tie knots."
Y/N nodded, touched. "He'd like that."
The next day, Frypan came with a recipe card. "For Alby. He loved my stew."
Then Thomas brought a sketch. Minho shared a story. Even Gally, quiet and awkward, left behind a carved stone with initials no one asked about.
The garden bloomed—not just with flowers, but with memories.
Y/N watched it grow, heart full. She added a small journal to the bench, inviting anyone to write. Soon, pages filled with names, stories, jokes, regrets. The Glade had found a voice.
Newt came one evening with a lantern and a folded note.
He didn't speak. Just placed it beside the journal and sat beside Y/N.
She smiled. "You started this. Without meaning to."
He looked around—candles flickering, petals swaying, laughter echoing from the trees. "You gave it life."
Y/N leaned her head on his shoulder. "It feels like we're remembering who we are. Not just what we've lost."
Newt nodded. "And maybe that's how we heal."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"The garden was quiet once. Just lanterns and wildflowers."
"Now it's full of voices. Of memories. Of people refusing to forget."
"Y/N turned pain into something beautiful. And the Glade followed her into the light."
