Ky's POV:

I had been crying for what seemed like ages, and it was now dark outside, when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey shankette."

Minho.

He sits down beside me. Then another voice speaks up.

"Hey, Ky. I'm sorry."

Thomas.

He, too, takes a seat beside me. I sniffle.

"I know, I know. I need to get myself together. I just wish I could have helped. I wish I could have been there. Maybe I would have been able to.....been able to...to...do something. I don't know! I could have helped or...or...", I break down and start crying again.

Thomas pulls me closer and just holds me, letting me cry on his shoulder in silence. When the tears finally stop and my breathing returns to normal, he lets me go and I sit back up. Minho speaks up.

"No, Ky. You couldn't have done anything. Honestly. And it wasn't your fault, so don't think that for one second."

"Okay. Thanks, Minho. Thanks, Thomas," I sigh.

We sit in silence once again, and watch the stars for a while. I feel my eyes begin to droop and my body slumps against Thomas. I yawn. Then reluctantly, I stand up, reaching my hands up to the sky.

"I think..I think I'm going to go to bed now", I say, stretching and yawning again.

"Me too", Thomas says, following suit.

Then, Minho also rises. We say our goodnights, then all head to bed. I walk quietly back to my hammock, being very cautious not to step on anyone on the way. Newt's empty spot lies right next to mine, and I feel a pang in my heart.

I'm worried about him.

I snuggle down into my hammock, removing my shoes, and stare up at the stars. Then, I close my eyes, dreams already dancing in my weary mind, and fall asleep.

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