The Maze Runner Preferences

You Have a Nightmare

A/N: Hello my beautiful shanks. I should come up with a fan name for you all. Any suggestions? This was suggested by the wonderful @GryffindorRunner03 , and I got a little carried away with Newt's (and Minho's too, to some extent- I'll warn you in advance, it's punny).

(Newt's is not punny at all, don't expect punny, expect horrible grief and sadness and 250 emotions at once).

ENJOY! ;)

Gally:

Ever since you'd gone through the Changing, you'd had these recurring dreams—nightmares, more accurately—that you just couldn't rid yourself of. This particular night, you'd been crying out in your sleep, and one of the other Gladers had shaken you awake, yelling your name. You jolted awake and your eyes shot open to see Gally peering down at you, his hands gripping both of your shoulders tightly. Your cheeks were wet with tears, and your breathing uneven. You sighed in frustration and blinked once, calming yourself down.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I-"

You trailed off, the images still clear in your mind: the rotting, distorted faces, the maniacal expressions, the desperation, the confusion and chaos of it all.

You started to cry again.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Shhhh. It'll be okay. It's not real. We're in the Glade. We're safe here. You're safe here, Y/N."

Though you really appreciated his words, you couldn't help but doubt them; the nightmares you had were memories, not dreams. They were real. At least they had been real at some point.

Gally knew this. He knew it more than most; he'd been through the Changing too.

He sighed, knowing exactly what you were thinking. He lay down next to you and pulled you in close, so that your head was resting on his chest. You feel him there with you —his heartbeat, his breathing, his warmth — it was all so comforting.

You could feel his chest vibrate as he spoke.

"It's in the past now, Y/N. This is our life now. We don't have to worry about that anymore. The Changing gives us something to compare our lives to, makes us realise we've actually got it pretty good here. The others don't seem to see that. Not like we do."

You snuggled in closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. The two of you lay there together for a while, appreciating the company. You couldn't imagine ever being this close with anyone else in the Glade; you just didn't feel the same bond with them as you felt with Gally. Gally was different to the rest.

"I don't want to remember," you muttered suddenly.

"What?" he asked. It had been so long since you conversation that he'd forgotten the topic. In fact, by the grogginess in his voice you knew he'd begun to fall asleep.

"I don't want to remember. Why suffer through the Changing just to receive the kind of memories we don't want anyway? It's pointless."

Gally sighed, your head rising up and down with his chest.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe to stop us from hanging out with the Grievers. Stop us from inviting them over for parties and klunk."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm serious, Gal. What if this is all pointless? What if we find a way out, only to realise that nothing's changed and the world's just as shucked up as we remember it to be? I think I'd be better off not having any knowledge of it at all- better off forgetting."