Scene: It started as a game.
Y/N hung a lantern in the garden with a folded note inside:
"You looked tired today. I hope tomorrow feels lighter."
Newt found it. Smiled. Replied with his own:
"It did. Because of you."
Soon, it became routine. A secret exchange. A quiet language only they spoke.
Lanterns swayed in the wind, glowing softly at dusk. Notes tucked inside—some sweet, some silly, some aching with things they couldn't say aloud.
One evening, Y/N found a new lantern. Different. Older. Flickering strangely.
Inside was a note.
But it wasn't from Newt.
"I see you. I see him. You won't be alone for long."
She froze.
Newt found her in the garden, clutching the paper.
"This isn't yours," she whispered.
He read it. His jaw tightened. "Someone's watching."
They checked every lantern. Every hiding spot. Nothing else was out of place.
But that night, Newt hung a new lantern. Inside, he wrote:
"You don't scare us. She's not alone. And I burn brighter than you."
Y/N found it the next morning. Smiled. Lit the lantern herself.
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"We built something quiet. Something ours."
"Then someone tried to break it. But Y/N didn't flinch. And I didn't back down."
"Because love isn't just light—it's the fire that answers darkness."
