Seperation // Gally x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Six - Missions

Gally's POV

Dear Y/n,

This is, what, the thirteenth letter I've written to you since we parted. I know you'll never receive them, since they're bottled up and hidden in the vase on my desk. No one ever thinks to look in there, thank God. For the first time, I've told someone about you.

It was Valentino- from my other letters. I think he's become my best friend, which is strange as you were always the only friend I really had. We were sitting on the dunes as we do most nights, and he started asking about the maze. Not the regular stuff, but the specific details. What I loved most, the hardest parts, even a description of what it looked like. By the end of it I was sure he wishes he'd been there. If only he really knew...

We were deep in conversation when he pointed to my wrist, the one adorned with bracelets. He asked me what it was. At first, I thought he meant my cuff, but just as I was explaining how I got it, he corrected me. He was asking about your bracelet. The one you had made me back in the Glade. The one I still wear.

The red has faded slightly, and it looks more like a dirt brown, but it's still my favourite. I told him about you, about all of it. Every little detail that occurred in our lives, whether good or bad. I told him about the end, how you died by my hand. That part was a little harder to get out. It was only by the end of it that I realised I had been twisting it around my wrist so hard that it left a mark.

The guilt still hasn't left. All I can remember is the image of your face before I blacked out. Even after I sent a bullet through your stomach, your eyes were still full of love. I will never forgive myself for what I did to you, n/n. 

I miss you, Y/n. And I love you.

Forever yours,

Gally

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I place the pen down with a sigh. The paper twists between my fingers to become a miniature roll, and I shove it through the small gap at the top of the vase. It lands at the bottom with a subtle clink, and I lean back in my chair.

Today I've been trusted with my first mission, with supervision from Christopher, of course. We've been given the task to sneak into what they call 'The Last City' and collect some bliss for Lawrence. He's been running dangerously low recently, so it is vital that we succeed.

During my time here, I've seen the others go on multiple tasks, but they were never able to share the details. Apparently, there's a WICKED compound in the heart of it, and hopefully I can assist them in taking it down. They've completely opened my eyes about WICKED, about the true horrors of that foundation.

Multiple times I've dreamt about the Last City. What it will look like, how it's still standing, the dangers beneath it. It feels almost surreal to finally get the chance to explore it.

I stand up and move towards my mirror to get ready for the day. Tiresome wisps of my blonde hair fall over my eyes. It makes me think of Y/n. How, back in the Glade, she would ever so carefully brush them to the side. I look alien. I reach for the razor on my bedside table and bring it to my locks. In a matter of minutes, it's almost as short-cropped as Alby's used to be.

I stare at myself in the mirror, and an unfamiliar reflection stares back. I'm a fragment of who I used to be, but maybe that's a good thing? I'm stolen from my thoughts as two loud knocks echo from the metal door.

"Come in," I say loudly, my voice wavering due to being startled. Valentino peeks through the gap and I put on my boldest smile. His eyes widen as he studies my new haircut. "Woah, sick hair, man." I can't help but laugh at how dumbfounded he sounds.