Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

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The bonfire crackled in the distance, cheers and laugher filling the glade. I said further away on the grass, thinking.

About him.

Thomas.

The new Greenie.

I bet Thomas is his real name. He looks exactly like the boy from my dream. He had to be Thomas.

My eyes flicked toward the group near the fire, barely catching a glimpse of him talking to Newt. He was settling in, figuring things out the same way I had. Just another Greenie, another lost kid thrown into this place with no memory, no past.

I have a brother. Well, he has to be. It made sense. But.. but will he remember? What if he won't..

"You planning to sit here all night?" A voice tore me back to reality. "Come on, let's join the bonfire."

Gally.

From the moment I got here, before I even knew my own name, I remembered his.

I looked up at him. "I'll join later."
He titled his head, kneeling down next to me. "Hey, you okay?"

His voice changed. It was higher and softer. I loved the way his greenish-blue eyes softened.

"Just thinking. About everything. Mostly about the maze." I signed looking at the closed walls.

"You're safe here, you know. Nothing's coming through those walls," he added. "You don't have to keep looking like it might."

I scoffed, picking at the grass. "Yeah, well, tell that to my brain."

His lips twitched, almost amused. "You got a death wish I should know about?"

"That was one time. And we only went inside cause we thought I was send up for a reason."

"One time too many," he shot back.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up, Galileo."

His face immediately scrunched up. "You have to stop calling me that."

I grinned. "Oh, but I don't."

"You really do."

"Galileo, Galileo.."

"You calling me a genius?"

"Galileo."

Before I could react, he lunged for me. I shrieked and jumped to my feet, but he was faster. I turned to run, but his arms wrapped around my waist, yanking me back. We tumbled onto the grass, both laughing.

I ended up half on top of him, my hands pressed against his chest. His heart was pounding. Or maybe that was mine.

"Thank you," he murmured suddenly.

I blinked. "For what?"

His gaze softened. "For not giving up on me. If you hadn't tried to make me see the obvious, we wouldn't be here right now."

He put a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You know, making me remember."

A warmth spread through my chest and I leaned forward but suddenly, he pulled back.

"Wha.."

"You asked me what we were," he said, smirking. "I answered. Now I want your answer. And until then..." He stood up, tapping his lips. "My lips remain untouched."

I gasped. "Oh, you did not just use my own words against me."

He grinned. "I think I did."

I huffed, pushing myself up. "Fine."