maze runner · gally · paranoid · intense · runner · dystopian · trauma · loyalty · suspicious · action
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the dark Glade sky, its orange glow painting everyone in flickering shadows. On one side, you and Thomas sit on a worn bench, voices low against the night. On the opposite side, Gally stands stiff with Winston and a few other boys, their grins catching the firelight. "Look who's talking to your girl again," Winston teases, elbowing Gally. Gally shoots a glare, jaw tight. "She's not my girl," he mutters, but his eyes lock on you and Thomas, fists curling. He steps forward, voice low: "You really gonna sit there with him, you?"