The Maze Runner Imagines

Guilt//Gally

Prompt: You're the only girl in the Glade and are used to your daily routine. When you're attacked by Ben after he's been Stung, and witness his Banishment, you can't help but feel guilty for his death.

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You lift the green shirt up high, so you can inspect the piece of clothing completely. The sun filters through the thin fabric and you eye the stitching you just finished – unfortunately for Minho, others will know he had to get his shirt fixed since the colour of the string you used is a much darker green. You sigh, not out of frustration or lack of energy, this job was easier than some, but because Minho is a regular customer.

You hold out his shirt towards him as soon as he comes back to your room, "So, when are you going to stop tearing your shirts?"

Minho blushes lightly, snapping up the shirt almost immediately, "I can't help it when it catches on the vines inside the Maze."

"Well, you should start trying to help it." You sigh again, "Otherwise all your shirts will be a mosaic of multi-coloured string."

Minho shakes his head as he begins to walk off, "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for fixing my shirt." His voice fades out as he jogs down the stairs and heads out of the Homestead toward his awaiting breakfast.

You smile smugly after him before packing away your things, slipping them into a box that sits directly under your bed. Being the only girl in the Glade has its perks. When you requested to not work in any of the other jobs and instead have your own, new job – to fix and make clothing and blankets – some thought it rather sexist. You however thought it the complete opposite, who else here got to create a new type of work? It's what you do best and what you enjoy best. Although there are times when you still help out in the gardens.

Being in the Glade for a year, you've learnt a few things. Waking up as early as the Runners is a must, to sneak in a shower before any of the boys. And getting an early breakfast before everyone else, except the Runners, means that there's always space for you to eat comfortably and at your own pace. Another thing you've learnt, however, is that boys don't really give a damn how they look most of the time, something that you've been trying to fix. Before you came, they'd walk around the place with torn shirts, holes in shoes, ripped, thread hanging pants; now, not only do you fix their clothes, but you also make your own.

Like your dresses for example.

You check it in your mirror before leaving for your breakfast, a pale blue dress you only made just last month. Your designs are sometimes simplistic but other times you splurge a little, although you don't really like to since your materials are sparse. You only ever get what comes to you among other supplies in the Box, and sometimes the Creators forget about you.

Usually you join Ben and Minho for breakfast or if Gally is up, you'll sit with him and talk about new projects or whatever book you're reading at the moment. Sometimes you'll even sit with the new Runner, Thomas, but this morning you decide to eat alone in the calmness of the Glade morning, the vibrant yellows of the soon-to-rise sun as your view. You think about your day ahead of you, having already planned most of it out last night before going to sleep. It won't be too busy but it'll be work, and work is good, especially in a place like this. At least, that's what Gally says.

"Up at the crack of dawn, like usual." Gally comments as he slips into the seat across from you.

Your eyes widen slightly, having not expected to see him. You thought he was still asleep in the bottom level of the Homestead with the other Builders. "Like usual," you repeat. You continue eating your breakfast, "How come you're up early again? Usually I only get to eat breakfast with you once a month." Gally suffered from insomnia, so on the odd chance he got to sleep in the late hours of the night he'd sleep until a little later in the morning. If he didn't sleep at all, he wouldn't bother to sit down to breakfast; instead he'd get straight to work.