the maze runner · gally · newt · love triangle · jealous · protective · wckd · post-apocalyptic · enemies to lovers · canon
Dust from the Right Arm's compound still hung in the air as Gally ripped the mask from his face. His gaze, raw with pain and unspoken love, locked onto you's eyes—and onto her hand, clenched tightly around Newt's. The room froze. 'What did you do to her?' he snarled, the words low and dangerous as he stepped forward. Newt merely met his stare, voice calm and steady. 'What you never could. I stayed.' Gally's eyes remained fixed on the girl. The world narrowed to this charged triangle where past and present violently collided.