this is for bethgurske  (kinda short vv sorry)

Beth's POV

Finally, a day in the glade me and Thomas could just relax.

Neither of us are worrying about grievers. Neither of us are worrying about any body except us.

  My head was currently laid in Thomas' lap, he legs straight out in front of him.

He'd told me to close my eyes because he was going to make a present for me. I questioned what he could possibly make just laying around in the middle of the grass but he told me not to worry.

"Can I open now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No. Just hold on." I heard him huff. I sighed, not happy I'd gotten the same answer as the last time.

Maybe two minutes later, I felt him let out a breath of relief.

"Okay, now you can open."

I quickly did, seeing Thomas' face leaning over mine. I smiled and looked at his hands seeing a flower crown made out of the yellow dandelions around us.

"Thomas.." I sighed, taking it as I sat up. I turned around to him, staring at the crown.

"It's beautiful."

He smiled and took it out of my hands, raising it over my head. I let him place it over my hair, my grin growing when he dropped his hands.

  "Now you're even more beautiful." He grinned, cupping my cheek. A blush formed on my cheeks, as I shrugged.

I placed my head back in his lap and his hands replaced themselves to my hair, softly combing his fingers through the tips.

"Do you think it's any better out there?" I spoke up. Thomas simply shrugged.

"I hope so, if there even is an 'out there'." He continued. I nodded, agreeing.

"Yeah. That'd be something." I chuckled.

"That's something to dream about." He added, his gaze drift in to the clouds.

"What is?"

"Out there. A future. A place where we're not trying to survive, where we're actually living. A place we could be together. Have kids." He grinned, looking down at me.

"Oh really?" I smirked. He nodded, biting his lip.

"I'm thinking two little girls. They'll both look like you but they'll be total badasses like me."

"I wouldn't say badass. Maybe stubborn." I laughed. He rolled his eyes, throwing somebody my own hair in my face. Blowing it away, he was still looking at me.

"Either way, as long as it's us. Me and you- till the end."

"Till the end." I smiled. "I like the sound of that."