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Fearing to Lose You (Gally TMR)

The Glade had felt more stifling than usual over the last few weeks. Ever since you and Gally had begun to grow close, things had changed between you two. At first, it was subtle—longer glances, more comfortable silences, the briefest touch when passing tools or sitting together at the bonfire. But then, out of nowhere, he started pushing you away.

He barely spoke to you now, his usual gruff exterior hardened even more, his eyes distant whenever you tried to talk to him. It hurt, but you had no idea why. Gally wasn't the type to open up easily, but the coldness was new, and it stung more than you'd ever let on.

One afternoon, as you sat against a tree, staring up at the towering stone walls that surrounded the Glade, Minho approached you with a grin.

"Hey," he called, wiping sweat from his brow. "I'm heading out to run the Maze. Wanna come with me?"

You blinked in surprise. Minho rarely invited anyone to run with him, especially not someone who wasn't a Runner, but today he seemed serious. He raised an eyebrow when you hesitated.

"I could use the company," he added with a shrug. "Plus, we could use more eyes out there."

You glanced at the doors to the Maze, then back at Minho, finally nodding. "Okay. Let's go."

Minho grinned wider and tossed you a spare pack. Together, you jogged out as the stone doors rumbled open, the cool air of the Maze hitting your skin. For the first few hours, the run went smoothly. Minho navigated with ease, and you followed, taking in the patterns of the walls as they shifted, making mental notes of the turns and passages.

But as the day wore on, something went wrong. Just as you were rounding a corner, Minho suddenly tripped, a sharp cry escaping his lips. He fell hard, clutching his leg in pain.

"Minho!" you gasped, rushing over to him. His face was contorted in agony as he tried to sit up, but his leg looked twisted at an odd angle.

"Damn it," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I think it's broken."

Panic surged through you. The sun was already beginning to set, and you knew what that meant. The doors would soon close, trapping you both inside the Maze. The Grievers would come.

"We can't stay here," you said, your voice trembling. "We have to move, Minho."

He grimaced but nodded. "I can't run on this leg. We need to find a place to hide."

You helped him up, slinging his arm over your shoulder, and together you hobbled down the nearest passage, searching frantically for somewhere—anywhere—you could take shelter. The sound of the Maze shifting was getting louder, more ominous, as the darkness crept closer.

Finally, you spotted a thick patch of bushes nestled in the corner of a dead-end wall. Without another option, you dragged Minho inside, hiding the both of you beneath the leaves and branches. You could hear the distant roars of the Grievers starting their hunt as the night fell.

The hours ticked by, agonizingly slow. Your heart raced with every sound, every creak of the Maze's walls. You held Minho close, whispering words of encouragement as he fought to stay conscious through the pain. Fear gnawed at you—fear that you wouldn't make it until morning, that you wouldn't get out of the Maze alive.

But somehow, you did.

As the first light of dawn broke through the cracks above the Maze, you gently shook Minho awake.

"Hey, it's morning," you said softly. "We made it."

He groaned but opened his eyes, nodding weakly. You helped him to his feet, slowly making your way toward the doors, which had already started to open.

By the time you emerged from the Maze, you were covered in sweat and dirt, Minho leaning heavily on you. The Gladers who had gathered at the doors looked on in shock, whispering among themselves. But your eyes were immediately drawn to one person.

Gally.

He stood at the edge of the crowd, his expression unreadable. For a split second, you thought he might turn away, continue pretending like you didn't exist. But then, something broke in his eyes, and he started walking toward you, his movements stiff and almost frantic.

You barely had time to react before he reached you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you into a tight embrace. His breath was shaky, and for a moment, you thought he might be angry, but then you felt the tremble in his hands.

"I thought I lost you," he whispered, his voice rough. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. "You didn't come back last night... I thought—"

"Gally, I'm okay," you said softly, your heart pounding in your chest. The raw emotion in his voice caught you off guard. He never showed this side of himself, never let his guard down, but now... now you saw it.

He loved you.

Before you could say anything else, Gally cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the dirt and sweat. "Don't ever do that again. Don't ever make me think I lost you."

Your breath hitched, the intensity of his words sinking in. "Gally... why have you been pushing me away?"

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened, filled with a vulnerability you'd never seen before. "Because I'm a coward. I'm afraid of how much I feel for you. And I didn't want to drag you into that. But when you didn't come back..." He shook his head. "I can't lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the truth. All this time, he had been pushing you away because he was afraid of losing you. But now, standing here in his arms, you knew there was no way you could let him go.

You reached up, gently cupping his face in return. "You're not going to lose me, Gally. I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

For the first time in weeks, you saw a small smile tug at his lips, his walls finally crumbling. And in that moment, everything else faded away—the fear, the distance, the uncertainty.

All that mattered was him.