The Maze Runner Preferences

You Cry

A/N: Test= over. Assignment= handed in. Wattpad= more frequently visited/updated by me.

Not sure if the title of this is a demand or a description as of yet. You tell me how it goes ;)

If you want to cry, there's a song linked above as well as below. Multiple opportunities for crying here.

Sorry to the Thomas fans in advance...

Gally:

After he got stung and had gone through the Changing, you had convinced yourself he'd never love you again. Not like before; it was called the 'Changing' for a reason.

You were behind the Homestead, where you'd decided to go for a little privacy, hoping nobody would look for you there. Within minutes, he found you.

"Y/N?"

You looked up at him, rubbing your face furiously.

"I'm fine," you said, pushing yourself up and walking past him.

"Y/N, what is it? You're obviously not fine."

You shrugged, not knowing what to tell him.

"It doesn't matter. There's nothing I can do to change it anyway."

"Change what?"

"The fact that you don't love me any more."

Your words shocked Gally into silence.

"Not since the Changing. You've been distant. You don't want to talk to me. I can tell it changed the way you feel about me."

"It did. It did change the way I feel about you."

You stifled a sob, trying not to lose any more of your composure. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I love you more than ever, Y/N. I saw you. I saw us. We've always been together. I was just distancing myself because I didn't want to confuse what we were then with what we are now."

"And what are we now?"

"We're in love."

"Well, what were we then?"

"Also in love."

"So, where's the confusion?"

"The inbetween. We fell in love, forgot each other, then fell in love all over again," Gally stated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never believed in fate until now."

He smiled, "and I think we're fate."

As he leaned in to kiss you, all your doubts about the Changing just vanished. He loved you. He really, truly did; there was no doubt about it now.

The Changing could change a lot of things about a person, but it couldn't mess with fate.

Minho: