Gally Imagines

=FORTY-SIX= Dream or Memory? (Part 2)

The moment Gally's lips touched yours all of the worry and doubt and burden suddenly melted away. You had waited for this moment for so long, it took you a minute to realize that it was actually happening—that Gally was actually kissing you! Nothing else in the entire world mattered to you at that moment but Gally. Wonderful, lovely, amazing Gally! You closed your eyes, lost in the soft press of his lips against yours.

Then, suddenly, he pulled back.

"Gally?" you asked, confused, looking up into his face. Gally; however, remained where he was, unmoving. He was staring at you, but not really seeing you—as if looking through you. It sent a slight chill up your spine. "Gally?"

But he remained unresponsive, standing broad-shouldered and expressionless, as if suddenly frozen in place. You stood where you were but were beginning to grow more and more uneasy all the while.

Then, as you continued to look uneasily up at him, he blinked, then squinted like your face wasn't clear to him; his eyes still partially glazed over, as if he wasn't all there. "Y/N?" he whispered so softly, you would have denied he had said it at all if you hadn't seen his lips move.

As he continued to stare, you hesitated, unsure of what to do. Should you get Newt? Or Alby? Or maybe...

Suddenly, his eyes widened—the glaze gone—and he jerked, completely submerged in reality once more, staring at you as if a blindfold had been removed from his eyes and he was seeing you for the first time.

"Y/N!"

You jumped a little at the unexpected forcefulness of the way that he had snapped out of the spell-like haze he had been in, and you pulled back a bit. But as you continued to look at him, you realized that something was different about him—although you couldn't make out what it was. Then you realized. It was his eyes. His vibrant, vivid green eyes were no longer cold and indifferent; they were warm and comforting, and so familiar, so full of...

"Gally?" you said, a flood of emotions rapidly-rising up from inside of you like the thundering torrent of a waterfall, daring to hope.

"Y/N!"

And you knew.

It was him! It was Gally! The look in his green eyes—it was recognition! The way that he had looked at you before his memories were taken; so full of love and admiration. It was him. And he remembered you! And he loved you! And it was more than you could bear!

"Gally!" you cried out joyously, and—for the first time since he had been trapped in the Maze—you threw your arms around his neck.

Gally caught you up and held you against him—not as he had previously done with caution and hesitation, but with strength and protection—as if you were the only thing in the entire world that mattered to him, or ever would matter to him for as long as sun hung in the sky and the world continued to spin.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" he whispered your name over and over, burying his face in your neck, all but digging his fingers into your back as he pulled you yet closer, pressing you tightly and securely against him.

You let out an uncontrolled sob and wrapped your arms around as much of his broad shoulders as possible, breathing in his familiar, musky smell, loving him more than you dared was possible.

Gally really had his memories back! This was really happening! Oh could it really, honestly be true?!

You moved your hands from his shoulders and slid your fingers up into his short, reddish hair as Gally emerged from your neck shoved his mouth into yours. Fireworks exploded inside of you and a rush of butterflies filled your stomach as Gally continued to kiss you insatiably, as if starved for you, as if he couldn't get enough of you.