Scene: Y/N found the camera buried in the supply crates—dusty, dented, but still working.
She cleaned it up, charged the battery, and started snapping photos like her life depended on it.
Minho mid-jump over a log. Frypan laughing with flour on his nose. Thomas asleep with a book on his chest. Even Gally, scowling but secretly posing.
Then came the adventures.
Y/N dragged Newt to the edge of the Maze for a "dramatic silhouette shot." She climbed trees, waded through the pond, and even convinced Chuck to wear a flower crown.
Newt groaned. "You've turned the Glade into a scrapbook."
Y/N grinned. "I'm capturing memories. Before they fade."
One evening, she handed Newt the camera. "Your turn."
He blinked. "I don't take photos."
"You do now."
He snapped one—Y/N laughing, hair wild, eyes bright. He stared at the screen for a long time.
Later that night, she printed a few shots and hung them in the garden: smiles, chaos, friendship, love.
Newt found her there, arranging the photos like stars.
"You're building something," he said.
She nodded. "Proof that we lived. That we mattered."
He kissed her softly. "You don't need a camera for that. You've already made us unforgettable."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"She found a camera. But what she really found was a way to hold onto joy."
"Every photo was a heartbeat. Every laugh, a memory stitched into the Glade."
"And when she smiled at me through the lens, I knew—some moments deserve to be remembered forever."
