The Glade was quiet, the fire crackling low as dusk settled in. Y/N sat near the edge of the circle, watching shadows dance across the faces of the other Gladers. She didn't expect anything special tonight—until Newt stood up, guitar in hand.
"I've got something to say," he murmured, eyes scanning the crowd before landing on her. "But I'm better at singing than talking."
He strummed the first chord, and Y/N's breath caught. It was Juliet by Cavetown.
"I'll be your Juliet, if you'll be my Romeo..."
His voice was soft, vulnerable. Each word felt like it was stitched from the threads of his heart. He didn't just sing—he meant it.
"I'll love you even when you're not sure / And I'll hold you when you're falling apart..."
Y/N's eyes welled up. The lyrics mirrored everything she'd felt but never said. Every glance, every moment between them—it was all there in the song.
Newt's gaze never left hers. His voice trembled slightly on the bridge, but he kept going.
"I'll be your Juliet / You'll be my Romeo..."
The final chord rang out, lingering in the air like a promise.
Silence followed. Then Newt stepped forward, heart in his hands.
"I meant every word," he said, voice barely above the wind. "I don't know what tomorrow brings in this place. But I know I want it to be with you."
Y/N didn't speak. She didn't need to. Her eyes said everything.
