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I'm back in the Glade when I wake up. I lie in my hammock for a bit and watch the leaves move silently in the wind. I twist my head to the right; everyone's sleeping but Tommy, who is standing up, leaning against one of the trees his hammocks connected too. He's looking out across the Glade, admiring the view, I guess.

When I stand I instantly feel different. I'm not panting or coughing or trying to attack anyone. I can breathe freely. It's a feeling I haven't felt properly in a while.

The walk over to him felt nice seeing as I didn't need anyone to help me but I still had my bloody limp.

"Morning Tommy." He turned to face me with a soft smile on his face.

"Hey." His eyes shine in the sunlight.

"Good sleep?"

"Yeah, it was alright. But I kept having these dreams. More like memories actually." He gazes back out across the misty Glade.

"You wanna talk about it?" I ask, eager to hear what he has to say.

"Nah, but maybe later. If you know what I mean..." He winks at me making blush. I didn't know what he meant. A laugh escapes his mouth when he sees the confusion on my face, "I'm kidding. Well, I'm going to go get some food. You coming?"

"Yeah sure." He starts to walk away, hands swinging by his sides. I hurriedly limp towards him and we walk in silence.

My dream quickly cuts to night time. Tommy's second night in the Glade. I remember this day, it was probably my favourite day ever after 3 years of being stuck in the Maze.

We were having another big bonfire that night. Tommy and I were sat in the same place as the night before, drinking Gally's awful concoction. I think we were getting pretty drunk off of it.

I turn my body to face him, "So you wanna tell me about your "visions"?" I take another sip and it burns my throat.

He doesn't look at me but down at the grass in front of us, "Okay well, I'm in a sort of laboratory an there are people. An old women with blonde hair. Also there was a girl with long brown hair, she kept shouting my name. And there was one thing that everyone kept telling me," I knew what he was talking about.

"WICKED is good." We said in unison. He stared at me in shock, eyes wide.

"How do you-"

"Honestly, I have no idea. Its just been going round my mind for the past 3 years." I interrupt.

He doesn't say anything after that. He swirls the liquid around the jar. I had a sudden wave of confidence. Tommy had only been here for 2 days and I already started to feel an attraction towards him.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, "Hey can I try something?" We turn to look at each other. I didn't realise the proximity between our faces. I saw his eyes flick down to my lips then snap back to meet my eyes again.

"Y-yeah, uh, g-go ahead..." I can sense him getting nervous. Where'd all that confidence gone? I can hear it in his voice. I do the same thing he did and have a quick glance at his lips. When I lock eye contact with him I feel drawn closer to him. Like there's an imaginary force between us. Pulling us closer-

I snap awake and lurch forward slightly. I'm in an unfamiliar room. It looks like a medical room and I'm a hospital bed or so it looks. It's more like a few logs tied together with string and a mattress and blanket places on top.

There's a dull pain in my neck, I realise, making me wince. I rub the area that hurts and instantly regret it. The pain shoots down my body like a bullet shooting through the air. It only lasts a few seconds.

The tent flaps opens and shuts again, a rush of air comes through. I shiver a bit. Minho walks in and leans down to hug me. I hug him back. I missed his warmth.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me.

"Been better," I pause and scan around the room. "Where are we?" I ask him.

He smiles, "The Safe Haven! Vince has been taking kids, like us, here."

Something's missing, I can't think of what it is. There's something, someone, who's not here. Then I remember. "Where's Tommy?" I ask. His eyes light up a bit.

"He's outside talking to Teresa." I feel a ping of jealousy in my stomach. I want to know what they're talking about.

I throw the blanket off me and begin to get up, "I want to see him..." Minho stands up to help me walk but my head hurts when I stand. I wince and Minho quickly comes closer to help me.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention. You might still feel a bit off for the next few hours. So I'd be a bit weary of that." We start walking towards the tent opening.

"Thanks." Is all I say.

The sunlight hits my face like a wave. Speaking of waves, the is ocean is only a couple hundred yards away and the water sparkles like diamond. Once I've finished taking it all in, I see that practically everyone is looking at me. I start to feel a tad nervous.

Minho moves his arm from my waist to my shoulders, "Don't worry. Everyone really wanted to know if you would be alright and... you are so they're all just happy to see you." He reassures me. "Now let's find that Thomas of yours..."

I roll my eyes, "He's not my Tommy-"

He's gives me one of those 'bitch, please' looks and says, "Yes he is. It's obvious." I shut my eyes and sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.

After a good 5 minutes of searching, we find him lying on a hammock made for two people but only one person occupies it and that person is Tommy. He sees me and quickly stands while trying not to make the hammock overturn. Which it does anyway. He falls to the floor and hurriedly scrambled up and brushes all of sand off of his clothes; which are clean and dry and slightly crumpled.

Tommy doesn't say anything and just as I'm about to speak he tackles me into a big hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him back. I realise how much I missed him.

"I missed you so much." He says when we pull back, tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to fall.

"I missed too. So so much." We both smile at one another. I've always loved his smile. It brightens up my day. In fact, I've always loved him...

What I am gonna do next it a bold move but I'll do it anyway.

We're still stood there so I hope his chin gently in my hand, his eyes sparkling into mine, and pull him in for a kiss. It's been a long time coming, we knew that, Minho knew that, everyone knew that. From behind us I heard cheering, cheering for us. I smile into the kiss, he does to.

After a few more seconds we pull away just enough for us to lean our foreheads together. Both our grins are mirroring each other, we're both feeling the same thing.

"I love you." Thomas blurts out. I freeze, my whole body tensed and then I relaxed again.

"I love you too." And I do. I really do...