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Katherine stirs up, her ears adjusting to the chirps of birds comes in distant a repeat refrain, clustered, exact in their pattern and yet still so free. Her body is squeezed to something hard. Yet warm and welcoming. She snuggles closer, craving more. And that's when she feels her pillow breathing.
Her eyes snap open to meet with a pale chest. She looks up to meet Newt's perfect face. There's no sight of black veins, crank nor nothing. It's just her Newt. She reaches her hand to touch his face, affectionately.
"Take a bloody picture. It'll last long." He smiles softly. His eyes are still closed. "How are you?"
"Am I dead?" She asks, not wanting to blink so he won't disappear away. "Is this real?"
Is Thomas okay? If she's dead will she meet Chris? What about Vera and Minho? Brenda & Jorge are family too.
"Trust me, I wondered the same when I woke up." He chuckles and slowly opens his eyes to glance at the girl. "And why don't you figure out yourself if it's real or not."
Katherine instantly agrees, her curiosity getting the best of her. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, which creaks under her weight. She's in a hut made of bamboo and wood. There are few bottles of medicine laying around the hut as the sweet fragrance of jasmine is floating in the air. The roof is covered with hay. It reminds her so much of the days she spent at the Glade.
Two arms grab her to stop her from moving anymore.
"First my kiss." Newt whispers into her ear and a shiver makes it down her spine.
Katherine turns to face him and smashes her lips into him. He's alive and breathing. The thought merely makes her jump excitedly up and down like a kid. Their tongues battle for submission and Newt hums in pure bliss. They pull apart when they are fully satisfied with each other with their mini makeout.
As her feet contact the sandy ground, a whimper makes it out of her without her control as the slight pain spreads upwards her feet.
"What is it? Where does it hurt?" Newt's face scrunches up with concern as he helps her to stand still. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just the dizzy." She assures him even though it isn't a complete truth either.
Newt gives her a look, not believing it before he lets it slide away. This is not the time to fight, it's time to live. Live happily ever after.
Outside the hut is the definition of a paradise. The calm sea is facing her with pride as her eyes set on to the site where people are scattered around the camp a few feet away from them. Most of them are busy with their work. But their faces highlight one thing very visibly. Freedom.
