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Here For You (Gally)

Gally's P.O.V

I never realized how quiet the Glade actually was until I wasn't there. Back there, the loudest sounds were goats begging for food and everyone celebrating during Greenie night. And the Maze of course. It's impossible to forget about the Maze.

I don't remember much about actually being there. I know that the turns were so confusing I had to follow the sound of Grievers, but everything's a blur after that. An open drop into a hallway, a gun lying on the floor, and . . . Chuck.

The city is nothing like any of that. There are always protests outside of the gates, people screaming and holding signs. Cars are constantly zooming by, barely taking a second glance as they use their horns like it would fill up their gas tank. People are trying to be separate in areas with no space, mothers firmly holding their child's hands as people have to talk over each other.

It's nothing like the Glade. At all.

Right Arm is kind of apart from that. If you open your blinds, you can admire the street lights and people's figures up in apartments at their kitchen tables, families enjoying a meal after a tedious day.

I'll never have that.

I don't really have anyone anymore.

Dropping my blinds, I headed out of my space. Mathew was nice enough to explain that we're living in an old complex where everyone had to share a kitchen and bathroom on each floor. It still has more privacy than the Glade, but it's not groundbreaking.

The Glade.

I really miss the Glade.

I can't go back though. It's in ruins, just like Thomas said it would be.

I don't know how I feel about Thomas anymore. He's not really the villain I made him out to be, but I can't call him a hero for fixing a mess he helped create. Then again, I doubt he wasn't introduced to it for years and years. Some kind of brainwashing definitely went into it.

That's complicated. Everything's complicated.

Except my relationship with Y/N. That's simple in a way that's reliable. I love her, she loves me, and we'll always be there for each other. Even in the middle of the night.

I knocked once, then twice, before standing there, waiting. I listened to the sheets rustle before the floorboards under her footsteps. I stepped back as the doorknob jiggled before she pulled the door forward, a sympathetic smile on her face. Her hair was down and pushed out of her face while her plain black shorts and night shirt hung loose and comfortable on her. It was like nothing she ever had at home, but it suited her perfectly. Then again, they do say love is blind. Maybe everything just does in my eyes.

"Can't sleep?"she asked gently, reaching for my hand.

"Sorry,"I whispered as I accepted, pressing my palm against hers. Hers were much softer than mine. My time scraping them on wood and nails had left callouses I'm not sure how she can stand.

She does though. She does.

"No need to apologize,"she assured me, guiding me to her bed. I used my free hand to shut the door as I followed her to her, where the covers were already thrown up. We let go for just a moment so she could get under them, curling up to the side. I followed suit, practically flopping on the mattress, eyes already begging to shut.

"Better already?"she teased as I pulled the blankets over us.

"Mhm,"I nodded, wrapping my arms around her as she curled up to my chest, head resting by my heart. Her legs tangled with mine, turning us into a mess of limbs.

"I love you. You know that right?"she asked quietly, the hint of a beautiful smile on her face.

"Yeah. I love you too,"I mumbled, letting my hands run through her hair to give them something to do. The first three words always hit me hard. They remind me how difficult love actually is, how hard I still can be to feel that for.

"For as long as you want me, I'm here,"I promised, stopping my movements. She let out a groan, making it clear that wasn't allowed. "Alright. Whatever you want,"I promised, going back to lightly brushing her Y/H/C strands out. She cuddled deeper into me, going far enough as to wrap her legs around me, as her head stayed under my chin.

Again, life is rough.

And again, she makes it better.