The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 40, Goodbye

|Waking up and letting go to the sound of angels

|Song: Hold me now, Red

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Lisa's P.O.V.

The peaceful sound of waves hitting the shore woke me up. I turned around on the wooden bed, pulling the blanket closer around me. A small smile appeared on my lips as my eyes fell on a sleeping Minho. He was lying next to me, his hair a mess as his chest slowly rose and fell.

Sighing deeply I sat up, my eyes wondering around our hut. Everything was made of wood, the only resource that we had enough of with the never ending forest surrounding us. Our bed stood in the right corner, a table in the middle of the room with four chairs around it. The wall next to the door was covered in shelves which contained food and supplies. In the left corner stood another bed, occupied by two little boys curled up against each other under the blankets.

Being pregnant had come as a surprise, having twins was an even bigger surprise but I never, not once, wasn't happy with it. No matter how many pranks they pulled.

Standing up I walked over to a large trunk that stood at the end of our bed. Opening it I took out a fresh set out clothes. After dressing up I took one of Frypan's baked breads from our food shelf before stepping outside. I threw some water from the rain barrel that stood next to door in my face to wake myself up completely. Then, chewing on the delicious bread, I started making my way to the fishers boat that lay on the shore.

As I walked towards it I crossed multiple wooden huts, much like ours. In the years that had passed since we'd come here the field had grown out into a small village with huts scattered all around the place. Exactly in the middle of our little village was a huge fire place where we often held bonfires and parties.

Frypan had built his very own kitchen, making sure everyone had enough the eat. We had planted the seeds from the shed and on the left side of our village a field with all kinds of vegetables and fruits spread out towards the forest. We had even planted some wheat for bread.

We had turned into a well functioning community where everyone had their own jobs to do. It actually reminded me of the Glade sometimes, just without being surrounded by a Maze.
I was running the infirmary together with Clint, bandaging up people had become something I was actually really good at. Minho was technically speaking still a Runner. He had put together a crew to scout our surroundings. Once they had gone on a two weeks trip into the forest. They were still planning on travelling behind the mountains one day, just to see if there were any other people out there, or cranks. So far we hadn't run into any. We lived a simple, peaceful life and I actually really enjoyed it. I had been through enough adventures and danger for the rest of my life.

On my way towards the fishers boat I crossed the rock where Carter had made his speech so long ago. Many names were carved into the stone. After gathering his courage Minho had carved Newt his name into the rock and I had watched as Thomas paid honor to Teresa. Frypan had carved out Winston his name, as well as Alby's while Clint had put the name of his best friend Jeff on the rock. I had even seen Gally, under the cover of darkness, carve out Chuck his name.

Gally and I had actually become very close friends and he even managed to make his peace with Minho. Though I had caught our boys calling him Captain Gally once, something they surely couldn't have come up with on their own.

Minho and I had held long conversation about naming them and after endless disscusions we had settled on Isaac and Ben. Thomas had almost cried when we revealed the names. He and Brenda were together but not thinking of kids. Brenda told me she simply didn't see herself as the motherly type. The one who had been most enthousiastic when we told them was Frypan. He had thrown a party and baked the most delicious meals.