My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 11

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the glade, Y/N found herself amidst the hustle and bustle of preparations for the arrival of the new Greenie. It had been a month since she herself had been thrust into this maze-bound community, and the prospect of a newcomer stirred a mix of excitement and anticipation within her.

With the other builders, Y/N diligently worked to recycle the old pieces of wood, salvaging what they could and stacking them in a large pile designated for the bonfire that would welcome the new arrival. The rhythmic clatter of tools and the shuffling of wood filled the air as the day wore on, each movement a testament to the gladers' collective effort in preparation for the momentous event.

Despite the fatigue that settled into her bones after a long day's work, excitement pulsed through her veins. With each discarded plank and weathered beam added to the growing pyre, Y/N couldn't help but envision the possibilities that the arrival of the new Greenie would bring. Perhaps, she dared to hope, this time it would be another girl like her—a companion in the maze, a kindred spirit in the solitary world of the glade.

As the last rays of sunlight faded into darkness, signaling the end of the day's labor, Y/N felt a surge of anticipation mingled with a hint of nervousness. The prospect of welcoming a new member into their community filled her with both excitement and a touch of apprehension.

With weary limbs and a heart brimming with anticipation, Y/N bid her fellow gladers goodnight and made her way to her hut.

Climbing into her bed, Y/N hoped for a night of peaceful slumber, yet her mind was once again besieged by haunting memories that refused to relent. Restlessness gripped her as she tossed and turned, caught in the web of her own thoughts.

In the depths of her troubled sleep, a memory emerged, like a specter from the past, enveloping her in its bittersweet embrace. She saw herself as a child, growing up alongside a figure whose face remained obscured, yet whose presence radiated familiarity and warmth. It was her twin brother, she realized, the one constant in her fragmented memories.

As the memory unfolded, Y/N's heart ached with a sense of longing and belonging. Despite the blurred features, she knew that she loved him deeply, their bond transcending the fog of forgotten recollections.

But then, like a cruel twist of fate, the memory shifted, morphing into a scene of heart-wrenching separation. Y/N and her brother were torn away from their parents, their once idyllic existence shattered by the intrusion of uniformed men with guns.

In the sterile confines of the lab, they were subjected to a barrage of tests and experiments, their innocence stripped away by the cold hands of science. And in that pivotal moment of separation, as Y/N was forcibly torn from her brother's side, the face of the long-lost twin brother was revealed. The blurred features sharpened into focus, and Y/N gasped in realisation—it was Newt. Her twin brother, hidden in the recesses of her memories, now stood before her with a face she could finally discern.

As she awoke with a start, the echoes of her revelation reverberating in the stillness of the night, Y/N's mind raced with questions and uncertainties. The realisation that Newt, her brother, had been with her all along, filled her with a profound sense of longing and yearning, mingled with the ache of separation and loss.

As she sat up in her bed, the pieces began to fall into place – the uncanny familiarity, the unspoken connection. Newt, her closest friend in the glade, was her twin brother.

Throwing off her blankets, Y/N rose from her bed, her thoughts swirling like a tempest. She needed air, space to process this newfound truth. With purposeful steps, she made her way to one of the campfires, its flickering flames offering a semblance of comfort amidst the tumult of her thoughts. Sitting down on a log, she gazed into the dancing flames, lost in thought.