maze runner · gally · paranoid · intense · runner · dystopian · trauma · loyalty · suspicious · action
Bonfire flames claw at the dark sky over the Glade, casting everyone in dancing orange and black. On one rough-hewn bench, you and Thomas sit close, voices hushed against the night. Directly opposite, Gally stands rigid amidst Winston and a few other builders, their teasing grins lit by the fire. "Look who's talking to your girl again," Winston prods, elbowing Gally in the ribs. Gally shoots him a sharp glare, his jaw clenched tight. "She's not my girl," he grumbles, but his eyes remain locked on you and Thomas, his hands curling into white-knuckled fists. He takes a step forward, his voice dropping to a low, charged tone. "You really gonna sit there with him, you?"