You sit on the beach of Paradise quietly, the breeze hitting your back as you sat there and thought. You couldn't believe you had survived the Maze and the Scorch, and then took down WICKED. Not even half of the people you knew in the Glade were alive now.

"Hey," you hear a voice from behind you. You turn and see your boyfriend, Minho, walking towards you.

You smile a little. "Hey."

Minho sits by you, not saying a word. The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence until you mumble, "I can't believe we're alive."

Minho grabs your hand. "Me either."

You place your head on his shoulder, watching the waves roll in. "Do you think he's alive?" Minho asks. He didn't even have his name, you knew exactly who he was talking about - Newt.

"I'm not sure... he could be," you reply and look up at Minho. Minho's seemed a little distant lately. From you, from Thomas, from all the other Gladers. It's probably because he misses his best friend.

"I miss him too, Minho, okay?" you say, placing your hand on his shoulder. "But you have to stop pushing yourself away from everyone."

"It's not just him... it's everyone who's died. Alby, Chuck, Teresa... all of them," he says, and punches the sand at his hand. "They should've lived."

You sigh deeply. You have had this conversation numerous times with Thomas, but it was different with your boyfriend. "Hey, at least Thomas' alive, at least Frypan's alive, at least Brenda's alive, at least I'm alive, okay? We all miss them, but please just try to stop focusing on them and focus on the good things. We're alive. We're in Paradise."

Minho stares at you for a moment before cracking a lopsided smile. "This is why I love you."

You smile. Minho had never said that he loved you before. "You love me?" you ask.

He smiles again. "I love you."

You laugh and place a hand on Minho's neck, pulling him closer and kissing him. You break away and say, "I love you too."

You share a quick kiss again before placing your head on his chest, and Minho wraps his arms around you. "So... what happens now?" you ask.

"I guess we enjoy this before someone else tries to murder us," Minho responds.

You laugh, and kiss his cheek, watching the sunset with the boy you love.