maze runner imagines.

brought to you by wicked: gally. (part one)

gally woke up that morning with the same melancholy ache that weighed on him with each morning.
it was cruel.
waking up each morning with a moment of clarity,
a moment of peace,
before remembering life had changed entirely.
the one person that tied him to this life was no longer by his side.
she would never be here to take up the space beside him in the bed,
though gally would leave room for her in case she ever found a way back to him.
gally continued to stare at the ceiling above him and let out a heavy sigh.
his mind began playing out the last time he'd seen
y/n.
he closed his eyes and squeezed them to prevent the image from clearing,
but the picture would haunt him forever.
y/n laid in his lap with convulsions,
her veins turning into a black tar from the poison of a griever.
she tried to choke back her sobs for the sake of gally,
but the pain was thick in her body and forced her to let out a wail.
gally rocked their bodies in an attempt to soothe the both of them,
his cheeks wet with tears.
"i'm sorry, y/n, i'm sorry,"
he mumbled with his forehead to hers.
he'd known this escape was damned from the beginning.
and now the girl he loved was the collateral nobody took into account.
"please, gally,"
she wheezed,
"you...be-be free. for me."
she managed a faint smile and let the tear slip from the corner of her eye.
"i love you,"
she whispered with her last, dying breath.
and there her eyes closed forever.
gally forced himself out of the bed in an attempt to escape the memory.
though he could never escape the remnants of her love.
with the beat of his heart came a whisper of her name.
he washed his face off in the sink that was encrusted with rust,
trying to wash the ache off of himself.
when he looked into the mirror,
his eyes were black with the lack of sleep and still bruised from the impact of thomas's fists.
the suffering he was put through in losing y/n had pushed him over the edge.
his search for retribution in killing thomas had only backfired.
so now here he was,
free from wicked but never free of the misery.
gally decided that today would be spent outside of his apartment and in the city.
he changed the clothes on his body,
slipped his shoes on,
and walked out to be met with the warm air of denver.
it brushed his cheeks and allowed him some relief from the gloom inside of his body.
one deep breath in,
and the crisp air was working to cleanse his lungs.
he continued walking until he was in the heart of the city;
watching the people around him.
some bustling to get to work,
some clinging to their friends to prevent from separating,
some relaxing at the coffee shop with family for the morning.
it was an odd sense of relaxation he felt in scouting people.
he could sit here for hours and imagine what kind of lives they lead.
for example,
the woman across the street from him.
gally saw the grey streaks in her hair and figured she had a few kids,
happily married,
and created a homely scenario in his mind.
the woman, the mother, hurrying around her toddlers to feed them while they played with toys that littered the floor.
the father, her husband, coming home from work and smiling at the scene.
gally found joy in it,
oddly enough.
it was an escape from his own suffocating reality.
when he scanned the crowd again,
his eyes fell upon a walking woman that resembled y/n,
even from a distance away.
his heart leaped inside of his chest.
was it possible?
that after all this time?
no,
he reminded himself.
you watched her die.
but as he continued watching her cross the street,
he realized it had to be y/n.
gally hurried to his feet and began running to where she was.
he could feel his throat tightening at the thought of their overdue reunion.
but as he approached her,
laying a hand on her shoulder to gently ease her in,
gally realized it wasn't y/n after all.
"excuse you?"
"i'm-i'm so sorry. i thought you....i thought you were someone else."
my dead girlfriend.
the woman gave him a small smile then hurried to walk away.
gally felt his heart sink to the lowest point of his core.
he made his way back home and allowed happier thoughts of y/n to return.

"a butcher is five-foot-nine. what does he weigh?"
"ugh, y/n, really? another riddle?"
"come on! just think about it."
gally shrugged and threw a piece of scrap paper  at her playfully.
she picked it up and threw it back at him before saying,
"come on!"
"he weighs...i dunno, one-thirty?"
"mm, you're close, babe."
y/n giggled.
"i don't know. what?"
"he weighs meat. duh."
gally rolled his eyes.
"riddles are stupid."
"maybe you're just stupid."
she teased before leaning forward and laying a slow kiss to his lips.
gally would feel his veins hum with the highest sense of bliss.

gally looked down at his feet and smiled a sad smile.
y/n used to riddle him from dusk to dawn.
it bothered him to no end,
though he'd never admit it to her.
he knew now though,
he'd rather be tortured with her riddles than with this grief.
and just as he was beginning to succumb to the weakness in his knees,
an all too familiar voice began ringing throughout the city.
when he looked up to find the billboard,
his throat closed and his stomach rolled.
he felt as though he could practically throw up his breakfast.
there y/n laid,
pixilated but just as beautiful as ever,
with the words "wicked" beneath her.
"i'm y/n l/n, the lead in the search of a cure for the flare. city of denver, we will find it soon. wicked is working diligently to secure your health. until then, please standby and be patient."
y/n gave one last smile before the screen turned black and the words "brought to you by wicked"
showed up after.
gally couldn't breathe.
how could this be possible?
he watched her bleed out on the ground.
gally heaved as he made the connection:
y/n never died.
y/n was never a real part of the maze.
she was only working for wicked.
everything he didn't want to make sense,
was finally coming together.
the riddles to keep my brain busy.
the grief to make me angry and lash at thomas.
the love that convinced me to fight.
all of it was fake...