The Maze Runner Imagines

Gally [18]

 After todays events, Y/N wasn't exactly fond of passing out on the floor like the rest of her friends. Was she tired? Unimaginably. But did she trust where she was and who they were with? Not really. First of all, they'd essentially been kidnapped earlier today. And, despite striking a good deal with this guy Lawrence, that didn't mean everyone could be trusted. There was still a high prince on their heads. Who was to say someone wouldn't turn them in?

Y/N sat against one of the far walls, mind racing while she watch over her friends sleeping contently. They'd come a long way since the Glade and she wasn't quite sure yet if it was for the better. But their mission now to get Minho back and release all of WICKED's other subjects seemed worth it to her.

The door at the other end of the room opened up. Someone walked inside and gently closed the door behind themselves. Y/N couldn't quite tell who it was, but they seemed harmless enough.

She grew suspicious when this person began walking around cautiously, stepping over people left and right, obviously looking for someone or something. The person looked like stumbling giant trying not to crush innocent live beneath its feet.

When the person sighed, lifting their head up and scratching the back of their head, Y/N froze. It was Gally. Why was he here?

She wait for him to keep ambling around on his search for whatever it was he was looking for. Once he was only a few feet away, obviously not seeing her siting against the wall in the dark, she drew her legs into ensure he wouldn't trip over them.

"What are you doing?" She whispered.

Gally's limbs immediately turned to stone and he nearly toppled over. It took him a moment to locate where the voice had come from. "Y/N?" He knit his brows and learned down a little to try and see her in the dim light.

"Yeah." She shift uncomfortably.

Since seeing him this morning, she couldn't place how she felt. Was she glad to see him? Was this what she felt was missing all this time since leaving the Glade? Or did she not want to see him at all?

"Oh," He muttered. Then, his attention turned to the bundles of fabric in his arms. "I thought you might be cold...I found a couple of extra blankets."

Y/N could tell something was off. Why, first of all, had he gone in search of blankets for her? Why was he spending his time trying to find her in the dark like this? Yes, Gally had always been kind and generous. That seemed to be the one thing Y/N knew about him that no one else did. But since their parting in the Glade and rude reunification here in the last city, why was he doing this?

"Gally..." She said sadly. The boy was hardly recognizable in the dark with the faint light from the moon outside. But Gally had a strong presence to him. He always had. She could read him like a book just based on how he stood.

"Yeah...?" He seemed to squeeze those blankets in his arms out of pure anxiety.

Y/N leaned forward a little. "If this is you trying to make things right, to apologize..."

Gally's expression melt, at least from what she could see. He was putting up walls left and right in this very moment and Y/N knew it. His fingers curled around the blankets and shoulders tensed.

It was almost like she could see him convincing himself that nothing he could ever do would be good enough. Nothing would right his wrongs.

Reaching up, she carefully placed a hand on his arm reassuringly. Her fingers were cold on his skin, but he held steady. "You don't have to. You're forgiven. If anything, we're the ones in the wrong. We left you there. We never should have left the glade without you. I should have stayed, tried to talk to you—"

Dropping to his knees, on the verge of breaking down, he let out a deep breath as he dug for the confidence to look her in the eyes. For so long, Gally thought he would never see her again. He tried to let go. He tried to forget. Lawrence himself had torn Gally apart when he first arrived, screaming in his face about how he didn't have time to waste thinking about someone who wasn't a part of his life anymore. But no matter what, Gally couldn't forget. He didn't want to.

So now, to have seen her walking with the others in the city earlier today, his entire world seemed to hit reset. He was taken back to his less than hardened self and thrown right back into those vulnerable days in the Glade. He knew what he wanted, and that was to be a part of her life again. And this time, hopefully for good. But he didn't know where to start. What to say or do.

"I don't think you could have done anything. My memories get hazy after the grievers first showed up. I think WICKED was controlling me for longer than we thought. It wouldn't have done any good anyways." He looked at Y/N's hand still on his arm and was siphoning all of his energy to stop himself from chocking on his own words.

Y/N was silent. Her hand lift off of his arm and she looked away. Gally, as much as it hurt, took that as his sign to leave. He placed the blankets down at her side and tried to catch her eyes one last time, but she seemed occupied fiddling with her fingers.

Standing up, he wiped his now sweaty hands on his pants and was about to leave. He honestly was about to do the one thing he hoped he'd never had to. But if Y/N didn't want him here, then—

Suddenly, she spoke quick. It was quiet, but it was more than loud enough for Gally to hear. "Do you want to stay? I don't know if you have anywhere else to be—"

"Yeah." He didn't even wait for her to finish what she was saying. Now, he knew was certain she wasn't trying to force him away.

The two sat staring up through the hole in the roof. It wasn't much of a sight. But Gally, though feeling like he was wobbling at the knees out of sheer nerves, was happy to sit down next to her and stretch the blanket across the both of them.

"I've missed talking to you, like we'd do back in the glade—"

Gally certainly wasn't expecting to find Y/N's arms wrapped around him, her nose buried in his neck. In no way was he expecting to be squeezed so hard he knew she was checking to make sure he was real.

All he was looking for tonight was any kind of assurance that she hadn't already written him out of her life. Though, it seemed she had just as many feelings burning up on the inside as he did. Without the slightest hesitation, Gally allowed himself, for once in his life, to fall into that hug and hold back tight. All his life, that he could remember of it, he'd been fighting. He didn't want to fight anymore. He'd never, ever, had someone to confide in like this.