Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Pressure

"You really need to cover your neck."
He presses his finger over the marks he left on my neck and I gaze over at him shooting him a glare.

His marks.
"Would help if someone didn't mark me." I clear my throat on purpose and he just grins as if he's accomplished what he needed to do pressing his lips to my cheek.

"I love your smile you know. I just hate that no one else sees it." I tell him brushing my thumb over his cheek and he rolls his eyes to the comment I make everyday.

"Everyone doesn't make me smile. Only you bird." He says so casually. How can he say things so casually. As if it's not make supposed to not make my stomach completely turn in knots.

"You're going red." He chimes as he pulled the hair tie out my hair placing it on his wrist bringing my hair forward to hide my neck.

"You ready to run?" He asks me and I nod sitting up realising it was almost time for those doors to open.

"Of course. I feel so free when I run. Like I'm flying."

"Yeah? Don't break those wings then. I need a reason to smile."

"And that's the last drop."
Minho throws the bottle away snapping me back into reality. I love living in the past.
I'm starting to feel so weak that I don't think I can walk for another second. I think I need those wings.
I think they're broken.

But even if I was on the verge of dying I didn't want to keep everyone behind. I just had to keep pushing. And hopefully when we got to the right arm.
I mean that's even if they're real.

But I know they are, I have a feeling they are.
I just know.
The more steps I take the more weaker I get. And I'm weaker than the rest of them. I'm mentally cursing myself for not eating. I really should've and it's starting to catch up to me a lot more than I realise.

"Hey, stick with us." I felt a nudge to my side turning my head to see Thomas as he looks down at me and I didn't even realise I was drifting off.
My eyes were half closed from the world.
The empty planet full of nothingness.

Just hot, dry, dirt.

"I'm good, I'm here." I clear my throat but that's not enough to show how dry my throat is.
I'm ready for my entire body to just be consumed by the ground.

"I think you would've been a great runner in the glade, you know if you were sent up earlier." I tell Thomas and he smiles down at me as I see the type of compliment he takes it as.

"Yeah? In competition with you though." He says and I nod along with a laugh.
"Yeah and well none of you shanks are getting past me."
Minho adds on and I shoot him a glare.
"You listen to all our conversations?" I raise a brow at him and Minho ignores my comment just smirking as he starts to walk ahead.

"You feel pressured?" He asks and I look at him confused. "Pressured to do what?" I ask him and he shrugs as he keeps his hands held onto the straps that lay on his shoulder as we walk ahead.

"Being the one who knows everything?" He asks and I stop to stare at him confused. "I don't know everything-"

"You the one who knows more than all of us. Randomly pulling out information from no where." He tells me and I'm surprised he has time to even think about me with all the concerns in his mind.

"When Winston, when he died. You had the look of like-"
"Like I failed? Because that's how I felt." I tell him so surprised he noticed. "You feel like that too?" I ask and he nods silently as I see his face drop when we mention Winston.

"Why? I mean why do we feel like that?"

"I feel like it's about how I could've helped. It's about everyone that's died, you know? Chuck too. Everyone over here is relying on me to help when someone's hurt. The pressure is on me to save someone when I have no idea what's going on."