𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 and soothing sounds of what sounds like waves crashing onto the coast fills the boy's ears. His eyelids twitch slightly before a sudden gasp leaves his lips, pushing his palms against the soft material below the boy sits himself up.

Wide whiskey orbs snap around him, taking in the small wooden shack as a crisp breeze blows through the small window to his left.

Feeling the pain shooting through his abdomen as he shifts himself to plant his feet on the ground below, Thomas grunts as he lifts the navy blue material up. Wincing as he tugs the material up far enough, a bandage appears to be wrapped around his wound.

Slowly lifting his gaze up from the wound, Thomas listens closely at the soft sounds of waves hitting the coast echo off into the distance, making his eyebrows knit together as he pushes himself to stand. Reaching out to push the cloth curtain door aside, Thomas' gaze softens as he looks out at the beautiful view.

Waves crash into the coast as seagulls calling out into the distance sound from all around. The pure beauty of the scene before him takes his breath away. Distant laughing and chattering causes the boy to quickly rip his gaze away from the ocean in-front of him, turning to his right, Thomas' eyes widen.

There, yards away from the boy is a new settlement, filled with nothing but smiling faces and people working to build their new lives.

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵. Thomas stares ahead in awe, the feeling of the weight that had rested on his shoulders finally feeling lighter.

"Hey, Blake?" A soft voice calls out to the small brunette.

Blake's hands freeze as she looks up from sewing her new dress, setting the needle down to set her full attention on the two girls smiling in the doorway of her small wooden shack, the small brunette's lips pull into a soft smile upon realizing who stands in her doorway.

"Bren" Blake greets, smiling as she looks to the other girl. "Sonya—To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Minho sent me." Brenda smiles at the girl, padding through the doorway to run her brown orbs over the dress Blake had been sewing.

"Wow...that is beautiful!" Brenda's eyes widen as she looks between the small brunette and the garment. "I didn't know you could sew, B!"

Letting her eyes roll playfully, Blake reaches out and lifts the dress into the air, showing her work to the two girls standing inside her small house. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Bren." The small brunette laughs as she sets the dress back down, turning back around to eye the two. "What does Min want this time?" Blake questions, pressing her lips together as she rests her hands on her hips.

As Brenda turns to look at Sonya, grazing her fingertips over the dress, lost in a daydream, the girl nods to the blonde, silently communicating with Blake that Minho needed girl help.

Catching onto what Brenda was saying, Blake whispers "Ohhh." She grins, looking between the blonde and Brenda, who stands in front of the small brunette wiggling her eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I'll be there in a second to save the day. What would he do without me." Blake smiles as she shakes her head.

"Thomas still asleep?" Sonya questions, turning her head back over her shoulder to the two brunettes.

Letting out a sigh, Blake's face falls. "No." The small brunette clears her throat, turning away from the two to avoid their pitied gazes. "He'll wake up soon, I know he will."

"Well, at least you finally told him that you're in love with him." Brenda laughs, reaching her hand out to pull the chair out to sit down. "I mean really? Why did it take you guys so long?! It was exhausting to watch."

Blake rolled her eyes as she lowered herself to sit down at the table, picking her needle back up to continue stitching her dress.

"They finally admitted it?!" Sonya squealed, her bright eyes snapping between the two girls as she pulls the chair out to sit across the small brunette.

"Where have you been the past few weeks?" Brenda scoffs playfully, looking over to the small brunette shrugging her shoulders. "Bee here spilled alllllll of the tea at the bonfire the other day. From Teresa apologizing, Thomas finally confessing, HER finally—"

"Okay!" Blake stopped her girl best friend from babbling. "Yes, we finally admitted to each other—and then he passed out and hasn't woke up since." The small brunette pressed her lips together as Brenda rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to wear it today?" Sonya pointed to the dress, watching as the small brunette finished tying the stands.

"She's waiting till Thomas can see her in it." Brenda wiggled her eyebrows, nudging the small brunette's shoulder playfully.

Blake rolled her eyes giggling, knowing Brenda was spot on. "He has to wake up first." The small brunette added, lifting the dress up from the table as a small smile forms on her lips at her work.

"Wear it today!" Sonya beamed, leaning forward as she gently took the dress out of Blake's hands to hold it up to the small brunette.

Letting her lips tug into a soft smile as she cocked her head to the side, Sonya proceeded to try and convince the smaller girl. "You have to! We're having the ceremony tonight for the fallen! It's the perfect time. Thomas can see it later."

A sigh left Blake's lips as she smiled at the two girls, her heart swelling at the thought of finally having other girls her own age to talk to and gossip with.

Her dream had come true. All those lonely times in the glade, wishing she had another girl to connect with and giggle about the things the guys would roll their eyes at. Blake was more than happy. She had never felt so care free and loved by everyone around her. Of course, she loved her boys with everything she had.

Almost each and every one of those boys held a special place in her heart.

"Well don't just stand there. Go try it on!" Brenda shooed the small brunette, making her roll her eyes as she reached out and took the dress back from Sonya.

"You're going to look beautiful!" Sonya called out, shaking her head as she glanced to her left to Brenda's mirrored expression.

"Watch, he's going to wake up today." Brenda giggled, shaking her head.

"Okay, I don't know if it fits...I feel like it makes my boobs pop out more than they should." Blake babbles, adjusting the edge of the material laying on her cleavage.

"Holy shit, Blake!" Sonya's eyes grow wide as she looks to the small brunette in shock and awe. "You look beautiful! Oh my god! That dress is doing wonders for your boobs!"

"He's going to have a heart attack." Brenda laughs, her contagious smile making the small brunette beam as she twirls around for her friends.

"Jesus, Blake. That's gorgeous! I love the V neck and the ruffles on the ends! That's absolutely beautiful! Think you could make me one?" Sonya gawks at the small brunette, trailing her wide orbs down every detail of Blake's masterpiece.

( 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙫 )

"Yeah" Blake cocks her head to the side as she stops mid-turn to the girls hyping her up. "I might could squeeze you in." The small brunette winks, her lips pulling into a bright smile.

A sudden thump at the entrance sounds, the wooden door almost falling off of the hinges as the three girls jump, snapping their heads over to the intruder.

"Did you have to barge in like that?" The Brit scoffs, stepping inside the small hut to shoot a glare at Minho as he looks between the girls.

"What the hell, Min?" Blake furrows her eyebrows, looking to the two boys as they stand in her doorway.

"Sorry, I just—" Minho pants, reaching a hand up to his chest to slow his breathing. "Brenda, you were supposed to bring her to me. Not sit here and play dress up. God, is this what girls do?"

Rolling his eyes as he reaches out to slap the ex keeper upside the head, Newt turns towards the small brunette, offering her a smile. "You look beautiful, love. Don't mind him."

"Well, thank you Newty." Blake giggles, a light tint coating her cheeks as her eyes snap from the blond to her best friend.

"I know, I know. I'll help you. Hold on you big baby." The small brunette giggles as she walks past the two girls pushing themselves up to stand.

"I'll see you two later, okay?" Blake smiles back at the two girls over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on the blonde girl for a few seconds longer. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. Blake giggles in her head as Newt holds the door open. Walking out of her small hut, Blake giggles as the blonde pushes Minho out a little harshly. The two bickering makes the small brunette smile as she recalls the old times back in the glade, loving the fact that her boys were reunited and happy.

Waiting until the three are far enough away, Blake presses her lips together as she hangs her head to look at Minho. "So you plan on asking her out...and you need my help, huh?"

Groaning as he rolls his eyes in annoyance, Newt glares at the other boy from over the small brunette's head. "If you hurt my sister, I swear I'll—"

"I'm not going to hurt her, calm down stlinthead." Minho groans, wishing he had fallen for someone other than his friend's sister. "I like her a lot, okay? I wouldn't let anything bad happen to her."

"Awwe, Min.." Blake cooes as she lifts her hand up to cover her heart. "That is so sweet."

"Yeah, yeah." Minho rolls his eyes at the small brunette's obvious teasing. "So how am I going to ask her out? Flowers? Girls like flowers, right?"

"No." Blake answers flatly, trying not to laugh as Minho's face scrunches in confusion.

"Wha—"

"She's messing with you, you bloody idiot." Newt rolls his eyes, continuing to stroll with the two as they walk past the other cabins.

"Obviously" Blake laughs, watching as Minho sends her a disapproving glance, basically giving her the side eye.

"Oh quit being such a big baby, you shank." The small brunette giggles as she playfully nudges Minho's shoulder with her own. "You would've thought by now—after what...Three years? You would've caught on to my sarcasm." The girl laughs "Of course girls love flowers! It's the small things we love the most. Anything makes us happy if it's from that special someone."

"Speaking of a special someone—" Newt pauses as he stops beside one of the last cabins. "Are you going to check on Tommy?"

The small brunette sighed as she looked between the two boy's pitied gazes, feeling her chest start to tighten. "I went and changed his bandage earlier this morning." Blake whispers, moving her head to look around the area to avoid their gazes. Squinting at the light burning her irises, Blake looks off into the distance at the small hut perched away from the other cabins.

"He'll wake up soon, love. Just give him some time." Newt's soothing voice whispers, making Blake hesitantly shift her gaze back onto her two friends.

"Yeah, I know." The small brunette whispers, meeting Minho's pitying gaze. Swallowing the sandpaper like feeling in her throat, Blake presses her lips together, her heart sinking back into the pit of her stomach.

"I'll see you two later." Blake whispers, thumbing over her shoulder to the beach. "I'm gonna go clear my head for a little bit." Sending the two boys a smile, the small brunette turns on her heels slowly, walking off to go sit at her favorite spot.

Glancing from the small brunette walking away from them, the blond lets a sigh escape his lips. "She'll come around." Newt spoke softly through the silence, keeping his gaze on the girl. "She's just hurting without Tommy."

Sand crunches underneath Thomas' boots as he runs his softened gaze along the numerous people chatting and laughing. His orbs search for one person in particular as he walks through the camp.

Minho's eyes snap up from his hands, feeling a familiar presence lingering off in-front of him. Dark orbs widen as Thomas makes his way through the camp grounds. Immediately setting his things down and off to the side, Minho quickly makes his way over to the wondering boy with Brenda hot on his trail.

Walking up as Thomas snaps his gaze over, Minho stands in-front of the boy, sending him a warm smile. Tears well up in Thomas' eyes as he reaches out to wraps his friend into a tight embrace.

Lifting his eyes up from Minho's shoulder, Thomas' eyes widen in shock as the blond stands behind the two with a soft smile resting on his lips.

"Newt?" Thomas croaks out, slowly unraveling himself from Minho's hold as he looks around the small group formed around him. "H-how are you alive?" Thomas questions, tears glistening in the sunlight as he shakes his head.

"Brenda." The blond answers simply, sending the girl a soft smile before returning his gaze back onto Thomas. "I don't know how she managed to get to me in time, but she saved me." Newt's own eyes started to burn with salty tears as he stepped forwards.

"You and Blake saved me."

Letting his smile drop as he scanned his eyes over the group formed around him, Thomas' heart sank as he searched for the small brunette. "Where is she?" The boy's voice shook nervously.

Pressing his lips together as he raised his finger off into the distance, Newt pointed over Thomas' shoulder.

Following the blond's finger, Thomas slowly shifted his head around. Squinting his eyes to see further past the purples and pinks painted across the sky. Thomas' gaze softened as he noticed the small white speck leaving a trail of footprints into the sand behind them.

His heart hammered against his chest as he sat back and gazed at the girl walking off into the distance.

"Go get her you ugly shank." Minho laughed, gently patting a hand on the boy's shoulder.