Saffron was running. Running through the glade. Thomas was behind her as the bolted from the nasties … now lights. Bright, bright lights that whizzed threw her vision so quickly she could barely recognise them. An eye's reflection also showed, translucent over the lights as the pupil dilated.
"Wicked is good" a female voice said but sounded weird, like it had feedback from a microphone, buzzing through it and masking it. Thomas was there, she could see him threw the glass looking at her and who ever sat next to her. In her peripheral vision she could see long dark hair - a girl. Their were brains scans that were still live, fluctuating in size and shape constantly. The misted eye started darting around, looking from side to side.
"Saffron … Saffron" the same voice said and she saw people she assumed to be surgeons - judging by their medical robes - and then Thomas reappeared, stood where the surgeons once were. The maze entrance then popped up but she was looking out at the glade, from inside the maze. Insistent bubbling water began to sound, increasing in volume, then she saw the blue glass again. Simultaneously a older man appeared, shining a light at her face.
"Can you hear me?" The voice asked in a monotone. Then there was a silhouette of a woman but her features were undefined and blurry. She had hair up and a white lab coat on. The wall she was stood by had multiple, vertical slits in and the same blue light emitted from the glass was seeping out.
"Everything's going to change" then a mystery girl appeared. She had long dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Before Saffron could focus too much on her, a screen with a realistic animation of a body came up. A load of numbers and figures were next to and around the animation. People came next, people trapped under water. Pounding at a doors to get out. She stopped in front of one of the containers, through the tiny window she could see it was ... Gally? Before she could be sure, the images started to flash and move quickly, leaping from changing brain scans to doctors hovering over her and then people slamming on the doors of the water vaults as they tried to get out.
"Saffron" She jolted up right and awake. Alby had her mouth covered with his hand, making a shushing noise at her.
"We gotta wake up Thomas" he told her before moving to hammock next to her's. She swung her legs out the hammock and pushed herself out of it. As Alby woke Thomas in a very similar manner to how he'd woke her whilst Saffron used the comb made out of tree bark to tease the lugs of her hair quickly before pulling on her boots.
"Follow me" Alby ordered the two of them. The did as they were told and followed him out on to the main glade. They strolled out on the grassy plane at a slow pace.
"It's peaceful, isn't it?" Alby asked as he walked slightly ahead of the two younger, sleepy teens
"I know it's hard to believe but it wasn't always like this. We had dark days. We lost a lot of boys to fear, to panic. We've come far since then -" the three of them came to a standstill on a small hill, by the one of the walls. The looked out at the serenity of the glade. It was so calm when unoccupied.
"Established order, made peace." Alby continued
"Yeah … why you telling us this?" Thomas asked sounding slightly annoyed his sleep had been interrupted for a nostalgic trip down memory lane.
"Because you two aren't like the others. You're curious" Alby said. 'Is he insulting me or not? So help me god if he's woke me up to have a go at me' Saffron mentally cursed.
"But you two are one us now. You need to to know what that means" he handed both her and Thomas, one of the two blades he was holding. Alby then glanced to the side of where they stood. Thomas and Saffron turned to see at what he was looking at.
It was a wall that had gladers names etched into it. Some names had been crossed out and others showed their age and therefore how long that person had been their. The three of them approached the wall that was curtained by vines.
"What happened to them?" Saffron asked stepping closer, using the hand that wasn't holding the knife to trace over a crossed out name of 'Justin'.
"Like I said, dark days" Alby tried to look non-fazed but guilt and regret ran through his dark eyes. Thomas came to stand on the other side of Saffron and brought the knife up, starting to carve his name into the stone. Saffron followed suit, printing her narrow and individual letters onto the stone.
"S … A … F … F … R … O … N" she said aloud as she etched in the letters.
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Later that day they were in the gardens with Newt, who'd lost his shirt cover up and was now just in his orange vest. Newt was working on a row a plants, that were growing up a criss-crossed bamboo frame. Several of the frames ran in long lines up and down the length of the garden. Thomas idly shoved a spade around in the ground at the end of one row. Saffron meanwhile, was crouched just next to Thomas, plucking tomatoes off the vines next to a blonde boy, a little older than herself. He was called Zart and the two of them worked on the bamboo frame to right of the one Newt was working on.
"Anyone tried climbing to the top?" Thomas asked
"Tried it. You can't go all the way to the top and besides where you going to go from there?" Newt dead panned in response
"Far away?" Saffron light heartedly suggested and Zart chuckled, shooting her a look of amusement and appreciation for keeping the mood light.
"Well what about the box? You know, next time it comes up, you jump in -" Thomas pressed
"No we tried that, the box won't go back down with someone in it" Newt interrupted
"Ok, well what if we -"
"No, we tried it, alright? Twice! Alright trust me, anything you think of, we've already tried. The only way out of here is the maze" Newt stopped working and came to lean an the end of the plant support.
"Really? Have you tried picking loads and loads of grass, melting it down in to sap before stretching it out in to a long thin string that's still strong and then attaching one end to the maze entrance and the other to the runner's wrist so they can explore for longer because they'll just have to follow the sap string back and not worry about navigation. Ergo heightening chances of success?" Saffron asked, not taking her eyes off the tomatoes
"No …" Newt held the 'o' note before adding:
"Now, look you want to be helpful? Saffy go dig up some more fertiliser and you take her place tomato picking" Newt threw a wicker bucket with a tin, small, shovel in it at Saffron. She barely caught it, having being caught off guard by both the request and the throw. She stood as Thomas, begrudgingly, took her place and Zart burst out laughing at his blatant reluctance.
Saffron pulled the spade from the bucket with a clatter and made tracks to God knows where. 'Go dig up fertiliser?! Show's pretty boys also have pretty useless brains! Where is the fertiliser, hum, Newt? Where?' Saffron's conscience chided him. She walked around for a while before trying the woods. She'd seen Zart come out with the bucket originally from the woodland, so assumed fertiliser was from there.
"Fertiliser, Saffy. Thomas pick tomatoes for her … sure guys, I can't help in any other way? … no just get the fertiliser ... like y'know, carry on? … No, ok. I'll get fertiliser … you know where it is … it's just out in the middle of the woods" she held a monologue as she scoured the woods aimlessly, wandering through high grass and wild flowers. Manoeuvring through thickets, dodging branches and propelling herself up steep banks as she searched and navigated at the same time. She crossed a shallow stream and came face-to-face with some strange monument. It was like a cross made out of two thick branches and then sharp pointed sticks jutting out at angles from behind it. The spiked sticks were all close to the back of the cross. She circled it once before looking closer. Flies buzzed around the strange stick formation that she knelt in front of. She also noticed the area wreaked. Although Saffron couldn't pin point the fumes, she knew one thing - it smelt grim. The horizontal branch of the cross had the name engraved on the front of it - 'George'. On the pointed sticks, bits of torn fabric hung and draped off.
"The hell?" Saffron scrunched up her nose and her perfectly arched eyebrows knitted to together. Glancing around she noticed - bones?
What looked like to have been part of a rib cage and a spine sat not 2 feet away from her. Saffron gasped, leaping to her feet and backing away hastily from the bones. Turning, she got another shock.
"Christ!" She exclaimed when she saw a boy who she recognised as one of the runners, stood on the other side of the stream she'd just crossed. He had his head down, breathing heavily
"Er, Ben - right? I don't know if we ever … hey, are you ok?" Saffron's voice went from relieved to embarrassed to a worried/scared. Ben just growled in response before jumping over the little stream. He had done with massive overkill so he could take Saffron down with him as he fell. An malformed scream escaped her lips in the medium of a high pitched wheeze, only dogs could hear. The older, stronger boy pinned her down to the ground, as she struggled beneath him - wiggling and and trying to kick him off.
"Get the of off me, right now! Or so help me … G-God I will not be held responsible for my actions!" She demanded her voice feisty but also fearful. This fact was also proven by her glassy eyes that were threatening to leak hot, salty tears at any moment.
"It's all your fault. I saw you, I saw both of you." He hissed, his body - that had a slight green tinge to it - spasmed but His grip remained that of a vice.
"You did this. I SAW YOU!" He growled out in a loud but low pitch. He hands moved to her tiny wrists, easily capturing the boney things and holding them to a bone breaking tightness. Saffron swore she could feel the circulation to her wrists stopping. She let out a squeal and Ben moved to hold both her wrists in one hand, while he pressed the other forearm tight against her throat - to silence her. Tears began to escape from her eyes, a few trickling down her cheek but swerving off course as she moved violently to try and shrug the demon-like boy off.
Saffron gasped, shallow breaths all she was achieving, as he continued to press down. Ripping a wrist free, she savagely swiped at his face. Her nails scratching him, leaving a four puffy pink trails behind. Ben applied more pressure as her free hand grappled at the dirt next to her. She kicked at his stomach, lifting him off her a little. This relieved some of the pressure on her throat and allowed her to jerk her head, sideways to look in the direction her free hand was searching for a weapon in
'Come on, something! Anything!' Saffron internally pleaded as she currently couldn't form words. Then she saw something that should do the trick … but it was a piece of crack cranium a.k.a snapped skull. Mentally prepping herself to touch, not only someone's insides but also a corpse's inside, she stretched her arm out wide and coaxed the piece of thick bone into her hand.
"Sorry George" she forced out before driving the bone in to Ben's temple with force
"Urgh" he grunted, rolling off her just enough that she could push him off and in her oxygen deprived state, haphazardly get up (something that made her very dizzy) and run. Unfortunately Ben didn't seem to phased by the blow and followed hot-on-her-heels, the gash that was leaking blood, seemingly not bothering him. He tried to pull her back down before she was even fully up but Saffron managed to scramble away, over the stream and up the bank - Ben still chasing. They ran through the high grass, dodging trees and hastily wading through bushes. After moments of deep breathing, Saffron managed to get a scream from her lungs.
"HELP!" She screamed. 'Please Gally, please! You interfere when your not needed so please show now when you actually are!' She begged internally. They got to another bank and Ben tried to dive on her again. The move backfired as she fell over a tree root, meaning Ben went crashing in to thin air. They rolled down the hill, in a rather undignified and violent manner. Saffron letting another shrill, short, scream out as Ben trying to clutch at her ankles. After a bouncy and bumpy ride, they finally got to the bottom. Ben letting out an incomprehensible shout and Saffron another squeal that could have belonged to a piglet. She hoped at least one of the gladers had heard the commotion they were making by now.
"HELP! … HELP! … HELP!" She screamed again after rolling on to her front and running in a crawl position. She gradually straightened up, just to get further away. She saw the woodland border up ahead and pushed herself a little harder, going faster. In no time at all she was pelting in to the glade, Ben on her tracks and with all the other gladers stood looking around for them, trying to grasp what was happening.
"HELP!" She screamed again, more tears cascading down her face. When the gladers saw Saffron been chased by Ben they quickly stopped they were doing and raced towards them. Ben threw himself to ground, falling on her lower legs and knocking her over too. Saffron screamed again, rolling over quickly only to find Ben army crawling up and over her legs and approaching her face again.
"I'LL KIILL YOU!" Ben hollered, now practically laying on top of her as he blindly used his fists, elbows, knees and feet to sustain as much damage as possible. Meanwhile Saffron just screamed bloody murder, trying her best - with all her weedy might - to push him off.
"HEY!" Newt shouted and Ben looked up but only saw Newt's shovel, hitting him square in the face. The blow effectively removed him from Saffron who tried to scuttle away while still laying on the floor. Thomas quickly caught her upper arm (an act that caused Saffron's gaze to snap to him, an expression that resembled a dear-in-the-headlights painted on her face but she visibly calmed seeing it was him) and gently pulled her to her feet.
"You ok?" Thomas asked, holding her close to his side by wrapping an arm around her shoulders and using the adjoining hand to stroke up and over her shoulder and back down again as Saffron nodded.
"You get why I'm reluctant to believe you, right? You said this yesterday and then ended up bursting into tears not five minutes later" Thomas informed her of his disbelief
"Hold him down" Newt ordered
"calm down" Gally pressed one of Ben's arms to the floor
"What you doing?" Newt ordered, grabbing Ben's other arm
"What the hell happened?" Frypan turned to her from his position next to Ben, helping in the effort to control him. Saffron, who was doubled over but still snuggled in to Thomas' side, could only reply in a wheezy way.
"I-I don't know … He … He just attacked me!" Saffron panted, Chuck coming to her other side and pulled some of her hair back and out of her face.
"You ok?" The young glader asked her
"Hunky dory" she smiled tightly - for once she wasn't trying to be sarcastic, she was trying to comfort and reassure the young boy who idolised the Runners so much, that they were good people. For him to see one in Ben's state would crush him and his belief in them, Saffron felt it her duty to try to soften the blow and keep his face.
"Calm down, Ben" Newt said as Alby appeared, pushing his way through the crowd and standing at Ben's feet. The poor boy looked horrified, Saffron couldn't help but feel a slither of remorse for him.
"No, no, no, no" Ben began to beg
"Alright, lift his shirt … lift his shirt" Alby ordered and Gally pulled back the material revealing a nasty and odd looking wound. It was purple and spiralling out in his veins around the initial puncture. The boys gasped and backed up a little
"No, no … no please" Ben begged
"He's been stung … In the middle of the day?" Gally asked, turning to Alby who'd just kneeled next to him and above Ben's head
"Help me please, please just help" Ben wept
"Put him in the pit" Alby ordered as Ben began to convulse again
"Come one everybody help! Get him into the pit" Alby added and all the boys, minus Thomas and Chuck who stayed with a still physically shaking Saffron, closed in on the runner
"No, no, no … please no … don't do it … get back!" Ben shouted
"Calm down Ben" Gally ordered as many boys, galvanised a strong grip on him. They lifted him up and off to the pit as he continued to scream and shouts. His calls went from protest to playing the blame game, yelling that 'they did this' and it was 'all their fault'
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Alby ordered Saffron go have a bath and get cleaned up to help her relax after a very jumpy day and a half. Thomas was told to stand guard and make sure no one tried to over step the privacy boundary. After a 15 minute soak - in a tiny silver bath tub - in which time she washed her hair, body and clothes. She then used a thin towel to dry herself and let the wind blow her clothes dry. Later once her clothes were dry but still cold, Saffron and Thomas rejoined Chuck and Alby in a shaded seating area.
"So what happened to him?" Thomas asked the four of the sat on a log, Saffron using her tree bark comb to detangle the knots in her hair as she listened to Alby's explanation of events. Saffron sat next to Chuck, then next to him was Thomas and then Alby
"It's called the changing. It's what happens when someone gets stung" the leader clarified
"Listen, Saffy … we haven't been able to get a clear word out of Ben since it happened. You know, he's not making any sense and it's only going to get worse. The infections spreading, he's dangerous … what did he say to you?" Alby stood and walked round before crouching in front of the only girl glader.
"Er, erm … h-he, he, he said he saw me - saw us, I assume he meant Thomas and I, by 'us'. Said this was all out fault … h-how, could this be our fault?" Her voice quivered at the end
"Get some rest" Alby said after a long pause, putting a hand on her cheek and kissing her head before staking off.
"What? … Alby?" Saffron quickly called him back
"… what's going to happen to him?" She asked reluctantly, scared of the answer - which she never got. Alby just stared at her before walking off.
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Later that day all the gladers were summoned by Alby to the maze doors. Some of them were holding long, barge pole sticks with pointy ends but the majority held smaller spear like branches. 'They look just like ones at George's burial site …' Saffron let her mind wander down a dangerous path before realising - George's name had been struck off the wall, he had a burial site and these sticks were at his grave. George had fallen pray to the grievers and the other gladers had banished him. She was told to wait at the back with Chuck while the older ones lined up against the main wall. The leaders and keepers, holding the longer sticks and standing closest to the actual entrance.
"Just listen to me! Just please listen to me … please Minho … Alby" Ben growled as he was brought towards them, his hands and arms were all ensnared by rope that restricted his moving. He was guided by Minho to the entrance.
Once at the doors, Minho forced him to ground and cut the rope tangling him up. Ben slumped forward on his hands knees, panting. His skin easily bruising as blood trickled from every orifice. He sicked up some more blood and bile as Minho moved to stand off centre but in front of him.
"Minho" Ben begged as his keeper held his bag of personal affects. Thomas jogged up to the Chuck and Saffy, coming to stand with them.
"Please … please, don't … please don't do it" Ben begged and Minho looked at Alby who nodded stiffly and Minho threw the little bag into maze as the doors began to creak, signifying their imminent closing. A wind whistled in from the maze, the sheer force knocking the fragile Ben backwards. Thomas moved forward out of morbid curiosity and away from Saffy and Chuck
"Poles" Alby ordered and suddenly everyone raised their weapons and pointed them in Ben's direction. Chuck walked off as Ben staggered to his feet and stumbled around. The circle of gladers took small steps towards him, pushing him into the maze with their sticks and poles.
The walls continued to close, so the pushing got more violent whilst Ben wept like a baby trying to get the attention of its mother.
"There's got to be another way" Saffron murmured before moving closer, standing centrally behind the group with the poles.
"BEN!" She hollered over cries from both Ben and the other gladers, who felt so guilty for what they were doing. The boys stopped when she called him, even Ben snapping his head up to look at her. His lip trembled and tears mixed with blood as they danced down his face.
"Saffy, no" Alby ordered but she shot him, what had now become her infamous, don't-piss-me-off-right-now-or-I-will-end-you glare.
"Ben … I-I know you hate me, I know. But you have to listen to me - think of this as my, my apol - apology to you for whatever I've done. You belong here Ben, these guys their your family, your b-band of brothers … just like your theirs but this is dangerous. You know that don't you Ben? You know this is bad?" Saffron adopted the tone of a psychiatrist but faltering every now and then because of the sheer helplessness reflected on his face.
"Y-yes" Ben mumbled and the others looked warily between the two of them
"Then you know what has to be done. You know they don't want to hurt you and you don't want to hurt them but sadly our relationships' been breached. You know deep down if you stay you'll hurt them and that's why they're hurting you now, they don't mean it. They're looking out for their own safety. You did that too Ben, you run so they wouldn't have to. These guys are doing for the greater good of the glade, right Ben? That's why you go running, with Minho and the others, to help us escape - to help our glade community. That's what you need to do now Ben. We need you to be brave and help us and our society, your society, thrive. We can't do that if we're under attack from each other" Saffron said placidly, evening out her voice and Ben nodded along to her words.
"I know" he mumbled
"Then you'll also know what needs to be done. Please to make us do this, we're your friends! We don't want this to be our abiding memories of one and other do we? No. We want all the good times"
"The good times" he nodded
"Yeah, the good times. Ben, for the glade can you do what needs to be done, please?" Saffron asked, feeling her stomach churn as she basically manipulated via her words a boy to his death. A forced suicide.
"Yes" he muttered, shooting a final glance at Alby and then Minho before jogging down the narrowing tunnel towards his bag. Through the smidgen of a gap they saw Ben stood, clutching his little bag and weeping. The other boys quickly lowered their weapons and looked at the ground. Some were actually I tears, others just on the bring. Alby turned to Saffron, going to chastise her for going against him but seeing her face, riddled with pure guilt and sympathy for poor Ben. That and the fact she'd saved his dignity and the other gladers ever waning emotional stability.
"That …" she breathed out, tears covering her eyes again. '5 times in less than 48 hours - you really must not like this extreme camping' the little voice in her head concluded. Saffron however remained stoic in the face but her trembling jaw and watery eyes betrayed her façade. The boys attention slowly went to her as she opened her mouth a few times like a fish as she tried to think of the words to say.
"That was … was barbaric. N-No one, regardless of who they are or what they've become deserve that … You s-say he's a monster? May-Maybe you sh-should look … in the mir-ror" She said slowly trying to stop any tears from actually falling before turning on her heel and walking off slowly, a little bubble or remorse and pain surrounding her.
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Saffron walked the length and breadth of glade for hours after, all on her own. She went back and got the fertiliser bucket and spade. She also apologised properly to George and thanked him before covering his remaining bones so they couldn't be picked at anymore. She filled the bucket with fertiliser (that she eventually found) and dropped it off in the gardens before heading to the now shut maze doors.
Saffron walked right up to centre of the door where the two concrete doors met, a tiny gap, thinner than a a millionth of a single strand of hair between them. When she got their she brought a hand up to the join and rested her forehead on the door.
"Ben?" She croaked. She'd silently cried on her long pondering walk but not spoke a word.
"Ben? I don't know if your there and even if you are I'm sure you can't h-h-hear me … but, erm. I'm sorry" Saffron let a few fresh tears fall before quick wiping them away with her other hand
"God I'm pathetic, your trapped out there - in the maze with the grievers and yet I'm crying! Especially when it's all my fault. Ben, I might not know what I've done but I swear to you, the moment I find out I'll make it right and it pains me to think you might not be able to see it … b-but if you don't I'll name my repent in your honour, make sure it's done for you … I-I'm so so sorry Ben for whatever I did and I sorry for not stopping them, the others I mean. I effectively talked you in to suicide so I'm sure I could have swayed them, I'm sorry … if you are there Ben and you can here me, save yourself. You're smart, you can keep out of the Grievers way and find another way out - I know you can. Newt said no one survives a night in the maze but I think it's time you changed that … prove them - them wrong, show them what your capable of. With that griever sting or not your better than us because you are capable. You managed to conceal a griever stink, I know for a fact, I'd have screamed my head off but you, you must have been like a puma - so stealthy, so silent - and you didn't even cry … your so brave Ben, so very brave and that's why I know you'll get through this" Saffron finished, turning round and sliding down the shut door to the floor. Her legs were sprawled out in front of her as she blankly stared out on to the glade, tears running down her face. As her slow tears consumed her, her body started to shut down. The activities of the day catching up with her as she sat still, staring out in to the nothingness of her new 'home'. Saffron's eyes became heavy and felt as though they had grit in them. Her head was starting to loll, refusing to stay up straight and despite her crying, her breathing slowing and becoming deep.
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The sound of metal clanking woke Saffron up. The blonde didn't even realise she'd fallen asleep but obviously, she had. She blinked a few eyes, ridding her vision of sleep, as she stared out in to the darkness. All lights in the homestead were out but just up the path, near the name wall, there was a faint glow. Rubbing her eyes, Saffron noted the silhouettes of 3 boys. Two of them were holding lit torches and one etching on the wall. It took Saffron a while to piece together what they were doing and when it hit her, another wave of sadness washed over her. 'They work quick' she thought glumly and started to stretch. Raising her hands above her head and arching her back of the wall, she cracked her bones out.
Her movement was noticed by the boy holding the light, who was the only one facing her, and called out:
"Saffy, you ok?"
"Erm, yeah … thanks, you?" She couldn't tell who it was speaking to her. It was too dark to see him and she couldn't recognise his voice either
"I'm fine thanks, we've all had a rough day. You should head back though. Thomas, Chuck and Newt are worried sick about you" the boy replied
"Suppose" she yawned but her voice still sounded upset
"Life here'll get better Saffy, I promise"
"Reason tells me so but as of yet, I've seen no reason to listen to reason. Hence, I'm reluctant to accept it"
"You and Newt with your stupid long words and cryptic meanings, get to bed shank. Don't English us out, anymore" he joked and Saffron pulled herself off the floor and began to wander back towards the homestead.
"Night, she bean"
"Don't call me that" she playfully growled and the three boys laughed. I'm her new position, she could she the one etching away Ben's name looked to be Gally.
"Night" she added more seriously after a minute or two and continuing on.
When she arrived back in the homestead, Chuck and Thomas were still awake. She noticed Thomas had stripped off his top and was sitting in just a vest, on his hammock. Chuck, on the other hand, was semi-sat up and semi-laid down in his hammock.
"Do you think he'll make it?" Thomas asked
"Ben? … no, no one survives a night in the maze. You just gotta forget about him" Chuck answered, rolling over in his hammock so his back was to Thomas. The younger boy then wiggled down, so he was laying in his hammock and started trying to drift to sleep.
"Thomas?" Saffron called softly, stepping into the brunette boy's view.
"Saffy, thank god! I was so worried! You disappeared and then you were by the wall, I thought you were going to freeze to death" Thomas exclaimed as he sprung to his feat, manoeuvring round the hammocks and then pulling her in him. They wrapped their arms around each other, their cheeks brushing against each other's as they embraced.
"I'm sorry" Thomas whispered
"What? Why? You have nothing to sorry for" Saffron exclaimed in a low voice as not to wake the others
"I should have never let you go off on your own"
"On the contrary, you did the perfect thing. You let me have my time. You didn't pester me, you let me breath. That I'm grateful for"
"You sure your ok?"
"As ok as you are"
"What kind of answers that?" Thomas asked pulling away slightly and loosening his hold
"The only kind of answer your getting" she sassed him playfully, breaking out the hug and walking over to her hammock. She slid of her boots and dungarees off (her baggy t-shirt falling round her upper thighs) and clambering in to her hammock, uttering a:
"Night Thomas" in the middle of a yawn
"Night"