Live like legends {Dylmas}

Chapter 6

We arrive back at nighttime with no sign of Kat. I see the heartbreak in Thomas' face which makes my stomach twist and turn. There was nothing I could do to help him.

"We're gonna find her," I sit beside him "I'm sure she's with other people from that camp. You can't give up,not yet. I won't let you."

"I know I'm supposed to feel sad but I feel like I've used it all up already," he whispers,turning his head to me. "Thank you Dylan."

His hand reached out and he gives mine and gentle squeeze. I smile and squeeze it back,not wanting to move my hand away. He eventually does and I sigh at the loss of contact. I think I'd be fine with holding his hand for the rest of my life- no matter how long that may be.

"Family must be a foot you put forward first," Thomas whispers.

"I don't have any so I wouldn't know..." I mumble as I play with the gun in my hands.

"By the looks of things neither do I."

"No. Thomas."

"Since when did you become so hopeful,huh?"

"Since every single person around me forgot the meaning of the word hope."

"Stop Dylan-"

"Let me show you hope. Please,Thomas. Let me show you."

"How can you show me?"

I lean in and gulp,pressing a long kiss to his cheek. I pull back eventually,expecting him to slap me away but he doesn't. He just smiles. He smiles brighter than sunshine then he kisses me full on the lips. His hands find his way to my shirt,holding it to keep some sort of balance as he kisses me again. I close my eyes and despite it being my first once,I melt into the kiss. Tugging my fingers into his hair as we eventually pull away.

"Wow Dylan," he rests his head on mine "perfect."

"So,that happened!" Will laughs as him and Kaya walk to us. I felt no embarrassment,I just nod.

"Yeah. It did," I chuckle. I take Thomas' hand in mine and we walk somewhere private,I wanted us to be alone. We sit opposite each other until I decide to speak-

"I want us to be like that all the time," I say.

"Me too. I like it."

"You like what?"

"We're so different. I mean,Dylan... It's like you were made for how the world is now."

"No, trust me I wasn't at first. I've lost my family and after seeing that,you never really recover."

"I get it. I wish I was like you. I know you always want to do the right thing even if it could hurt you. You protect the people around you- that's what I like about you Dylan. Well,one of the many things."

"Like you said,we gotta keep out humanity," I smile at him "we are gonna find Sonya. She's gonna be fine."

"Dylan,I don't think the good ones survive. If Sonya died in peace,no pain,then I would be happy knowing she doesn't have to suffer. But I need to know,I need to see it for myself."

"I understand. But Thomas we can make this world our home. There is a place out there for us,a place where we'll be safe. Sonya is there I bet,she's waiting for us. We just gotta find it. I believe that."

"I wish I had your spirit Dylan," he takes my hand in his. "You're one of the good things in this world."

"As are you."