My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 14

**TW: Mentions Suicide**

4 months in the glade

In the aftermath of their night in the pit, an uneasy truce settled between Y/N and Gally. The lingering tension between them had eased slightly, allowing moments of civil interaction to punctuate their days. While they still found themselves arguing, the intensity had diminished, and they even managed to share occasional laughter.

As the days passed, Gally's sleepless nights became less frequent, and their rendezvous in the watchtower became a more sporadic occurrence. Yet, when the night found them both awake, they seized the opportunity to talk, sharing stories, jokes, and the occasional comfortable silence.

Despite these moments, Gally persisted in his daytime coldness, trying to maintain a facade of indifference. The fear of admitting the growing feelings he harbored for Y/N gnawed at him, and he grappled with the vulnerability that came with the prospect of rejection.

Gally's internal struggle didn't go unnoticed by Y/N, who observed the conflict in his eyes when their gazes met. Conflicted emotions played across his features, betraying the turbulence within. Despite their disagreements, a part of Y/N sensed that Gally's animosity masked something deeper, something he himself might not fully comprehend.

Meanwhile, Newt continued to revel in teasing Y/N about the night spent in the pit with Gally. Every chance he got, he'd throw a playful comment her way, a knowing twinkle in his eye as he prodded her about the connection between her and the once-hateful Glader.

Y/N, in turn, handled Newt's teasing with good humor, rolling her eyes at his antics and playfully threatening to expose some embarrassing secret of his. Newt reveled in the light-hearted banter, enjoying the newfound camaraderie between Y/N and Gally.

However, the true torment festered in the dark corners of Y/N's mind during the sleepless nights. With every night Y/N's nightmares intensified, morphing into vivid memories of the gruesome experiments she endured before the maze. The echoes of the scientist's cruel actions, the pain of injections, and the haunting images played out in her dreams, tormenting her as she slept. Yet, the true horror was the silence that enveloped her. Y/N couldn't bring herself to share these memories, to unveil the darkness that clung to her soul.

Her mental struggle became increasingly evident in her physical state. Sleeplessness etched dark circles beneath her eyes, and the once-vibrant girl now moved through the Glade like a shadow of her former self. The laughter that once filled the air around her dwindled, replaced by a heavy silence that suffocated her. Even the once-loved routine of life in the Glade became an unbearable burden and the smallest tasks felt like insurmountable challenges. As the weight of despair settled upon her shoulders, Y/N's appetite vanished. Food, once a source of comfort, now seemed tasteless and unappetizing. More like a chore than something to enjoy.

Newt's intuition told him that Y/N was teetering on the edge, and he kept a vigilant watch over her, his concern mounting with each passing day. He longed to help her, to pull her back from the brink of despair, but he didn't know how to reach her as Y/N remained tight-lipped about her internal strife.

The weight of Y/N's despair grew heavier with each passing day, dragging her deeper into the abyss of depression. The constant battle raging within her mind left her exhausted and drained, her thoughts consumed by a desire to escape the torment that plagued her every moment.

In her darkest moments, Y/N found herself entertaining thoughts of escape, longing for the sweet release of death to free her from the agony that gripped her soul. The temptation to end her suffering became a constant presence, a whispering voice urging her to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf her.