The Maze Runner Preferences

You Make Up

A/N: The song kind of works for all of them :)

Gally:

It had been a few weeks since your break-up, and the worst had happened. You'd gotten stuck in the maze. You'd made a few wrong turns and completely messed up your route. Now it was you against the Grievers.

You'd been running for a few hours before you bumped into something, knocking you straight to the ground.

This is it, you thought. I was stupid enough to run straight into one of the shuck things.

"Y/N?"

You looked up from where you lay, straight into Gally's eyes. He was in the maze too.

"Y/N, I came looking for you. I ran into the maze too. I couldn't bear the idea of going on without you. Not after those things I said. I came here because I couldn't live without you."

There were tears forming in Gally's eyes as he spoke, and he grabbed your hand to pull you up so that you stood face to face.

"Y/N, I love you."

You didn't hesitate, your lips meeting for one final kiss.

Though you fought valianty, neither of you survived the maze that night.

You did, however, get to spend your final moments with the one you truly loved.

Each of you fallen, but forgiven.

Minho:

He'd shut down. As in, really shut down. You'd never seen anything like it, much less from him. He refused to go out running each day, and he rarely got up to eat. Finally, Alby forced you to talk to him, in hopes of sorting this out so he could be his old self again; the Glade was really missing him.

You found him in the Deadheads, staring at the graves. Not the most uplifting of places to be, you thought.

"Minho?"

He turned around to face you immediately, and you saw that his eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks stained; he'd been crying. He turned away again.

"I screwed up," he said. "I screwed up. I really shucking ruined it. I had a beautiful thing and I had to go and be such a slinthead about it and shuck it up."

He ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. You noticed it didn't have the usual 'pizazz' that the other Gladers liked to comment on. He looked deflated.

"I just care about you so much. I got excited, started bragging, acting like a total slinthead. I just was thinking straight. Acted like I'd been stung or some klunk. Wasn't myself."

He turned back to you.

"That wasn't me, Y/N. I promise. That slinthead was someone I hate, someone I really can't shucking stand. I despise that shank because he never told you how he truly felt."

You felt your breath hitch in your throat.

"I love you, Y/N. Always have. Always will."

You swallowed hard, struggling to contain your emotions.

"Listen here, shuckface. Stand up."

He obliged. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer to you, so that you were mere centimetres apart.