maze runner imagines

The Ring ~Gally~

"What's up, shank?"

You brushed off Gally's attempt to start a conversation and slumped down beside him, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat quietly like that for a while; you couldn't find it in you to say anything and he didn't push. Eventually, you took his hand in yours and kissed it.

"I'm so tired," you said. "All the time. I feel like sleeping for a year."

Gally scoffed. "Getting lazy, Y/N? Nick and Alby will shuck you up if they hear you spouting crap like that." The thought of dealing with those two made your skin crawl. While you had no problem with Nick as a leader he was generous and fair and way nicer to you than most of the guys, you still didn't want to get on his bad side and have him think you weren't doing your share in the Glade. And Alby didn't tolerate nearly as much of your crap as Nick did, so to piss him off was even worse.

"It's not like I'm not working," you defended. There was a small pause. "It just feels so exhausting to do the same thing over and over again. The only memories I have are about the Glade. I don't know anything about who I was before or what kind of stuff I was into, and it sucks."

"Yeah, that's how we all feel."

"Dumbass, you don't get it." Sometimes, Gally irked you so much that it made you question why you were with him the first place. He had a one-track mind, which wasn't that much of a surprise considering he was a Builder. Newt had warned you Builders weren't exactly thinkers. "I hate it here. I'd give anything to get out. I'm sick and tired of waking up to these four giant walls every single day."

Gally shook his head. "Nice to know you find being here with me so horrible." He got up and walked back to the other Builders, his break clearly over. You hated it; he always did that whenever things got tough between you two. Walked away like it was unimportant. Like the problem would go away if he ignored it.You absentmindedly played with the ring on your finger – and stopped when you realized what you'd been doing. Gally had made that ring for you – wooden with a thin band of white in the middle. You could even remember his words when he'd given it to you.

"When we get out someday," he'd said, "I'll put a real ring on your finger, diamonds and all."

It sounded too good to be true, and it only made you feel worse about your situation. You loved Gally with all your heart, but the Glade didn't have much of a life to offer the two of you. You wanted him to keep his promise more than anything, but with the way things were, that seemed damn near impossible.

"Thomas. Find... my mom. Tell her—"But Chuck couldn't finish. His eyes slid shut, every last wisp of life gone. He was dead – and Gally had killed him.Gally, the boy you fell in love with in the Glade; the boy who took you under his wing when you showed up in the Box; the boy who wept at the thought of losing you when you and Thomas ran out into the Maze to save Alby and Minho; the boy who promised to put a real ring on your finger and start a life with you someday; the boy who was capable of cold-blooded murder.Thomas snapped. Like a rabid dog, he jumped on Gally and knocked him to the ground. With every punch, your chest tightened until you could no longer breathe. You were beside them in an instant, screaming and begging, trying to pry Thomas off Gally, but it was like every ounce of strength in your body died with Chuck.Killed by Gally.It took both Minho and Newt to take Thomas away; they dragged him to the side where he flailed and kicked at the air desperately. You kneeled beside Gally and swallowed down the bile that had risen in your throat. His face was barely recognizable through all the blood, and his nose was beyond broken. His eye murky green was so swollen that he could barely keep them open. You searched them for any sign of the affection they once held for you and found nothing.WICKED had broken Gally and Gally had broken you.When the rescuers came, you let them take you. Not once did you look back on Gally That part of you would stay behind.