#gally aesthetic

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Maze Runner x Yn

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Erythrina crista galli - Ceibo

Flor Nacional de Argentina y Uruguay

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Motorball Alita 💕

[zelcii]

"unfortunately, you can't let go of the people your heart chooses..."

lori tmr, original character

switched, 2024

[dixt]

li galli, italy ⋅ ph. luciana ferraioli

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Hi I'm Back.

Im back....tho no one cares.

anyway, yeah, nice to be back guyss!

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Maze Runner Masterlist (2)

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🌸 is fluff

🥀 is angst

🌷 is platonic love

🪷 is hurt/comfort

🏵️ is none

Thomas

Never Enough 🥀

After Thomas finds out what actually happened to you he vows to avenge you.

The Chapter Of Us 🌸

When Thomas keeps acting off, he has to tell you why earlier than he planned.

Mixed Feelings (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) 🌸

After years of you and Thomas denying your feelings, one move to prove hatred leads to the opposite.

Impulsive Greenie 🌸

Despite the lecture you give Greenie you can't help but find yourself attached to him.

Newt

Smile 🌸 🪷

When Newt notices you hiding your smile he quickly makes everything better again.

An Unexpected Match (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) 🌸

While you're convinced that you and Newt are too different to be together, he's more than willing to acknowledge that there's something there.

Not Proud 🪷

As you're ready to give in again and cut, Newt catches and comforts you.

The Other Side 🥀

After both Newt and you get the flare you make a life ending decision together.

Not What I Wanted (Part 1, Part 2) 🥀 🪷

After Newt's attempt changes his temper, you try and help without asking why.

Two Secret Saviors 🌸 🪷

After you unknowingly save give Newt a reason to stay, he ends up saving you just a few months later.

No Matter What 🌸🪷

Even though you struggle with eating, Newt is always there to support you.

Minho

A Better Runner 🌸 🪷

As you and Minho are both in the zone while running he gets a little too distracted.

Victory 🌷

After the Gladers underestimate you since you're a girl, you prove them wrong and catch a certain Runner's attention.

Helping Hands 🌸

After realizing you won't tell Minho your feelings Newt lends a helping hand.

Who To Trust (Part 1, Part 2) 🌸 🪷

Despite you and Minho having nothing but distrust the second you meet an actual betrayal leads to something special.

Gally

Not a Birthday Person 🌸

Despite being known for not doing birthdays, Gally still finds a way to celebrate yours.

All That Matters 🌸 🪷

Despite losing a fight for the very first time Gally makes it clear that you're all that matters.

Aris

His Hoodie 🥀

After losing Aris everything in your life falls apart.

The Plan (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) 🥀 🪷 🌸

After Aris discovers the truth of how your relationship started you have to prove that it did become real.

Lipstick 🌸

Despite trying to keep your relationship a secret, one kiss may just ruin that plan.

Defender 🌸

After the betrayal with Aris and Teresa, you surprise everyone with what you say about it.

New Girl (Part 1, Part 2) 🥀 🌸

The day after Aris gets upset because he thought you ditched him, he realizes you would never do that to him.

Wounds 🪷

After he gets back from WCKD you help clean up Aris's wounds.

His Aesthetic 🏵️

Lightweight 🌸

After you get a little tipsy at a party, Aris carries you home.

Songs That Fit Him 🏵️

Heartbeat 🥀 🪷 🌸

As you die in Aris's arms your love story plays in his head.

Alby

Childhood Friends 🌷🥀

When Alby gets stung the truth of how much you mean comes back to him too late.

Teresa

Rambling 🌸

After it's clear you won't do anything about your feelings for Teresa Minho does it for you.

The Last Time 🥀

After Teresa sees you break she vows it will be the last time it can happen to anyone.

Brenda

My Favorite Person 🌸 🪷

When you comfort Brenda she realizes just how much of her favorite person you are.

Hate You? (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) 🥀 🌸

After believing for years that Brenda hates you, she changes everything you knew when she kisses you.

Together (Part 1, Part 2) 🌸

During a trip to Scorch City both you and Brenda realize your feelings for each other.

Indecisive 🌸

When you don't know what to plan for your birthday Brenda steps in and does it for you.

My Idiot 🌸 🥀

Despite the way Brenda saved you, some things can't be undone even by time.

Sonya

Balloons 🌸

When you wake up on your birthday you see just how Sonya decorated the house for you.

Sunshine and Rain (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) 🌸

Despite the way you and Sonya can't seem to get along, it becomes clear there's something deeper when unwanted jealousy shows up.

Her Aesthetic 🏵️

Harriet

Trouble (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4) 🌸 🥀

What you both think will be another lecture turns into giving in to your true feelings about each other.

Too Late 🥀

After getting Aris and Sonya out, they tell Harriet something that destroys them all.

Everything I Could Want 🌸

After almost losing you Harriet realizes how much you mean to her.

Chuck (All Platonic)

The Wise One 🌷 🪷

When a new kid comes to WICKED you're there to help.

Good Distractions 🌷 🪷

When Chuck gets hurt you're right there to distract him while you stitch him up.

A Devastating Savior 🌷 🥀

When Chuck is inches from death, you try to save your best friend.

Ivy Trio

Story Time

After you can't go to sleep in Scorch the Ivy Trio and you share stories. 🌷 🌸

Group B

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They Do The "But Do They Make You Laugh Trend?" 🥀

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The Maze Runner x Y/N

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The violin by Domenico Galli in 1687 is a masterpiece of art and lutheria that is currently on display at the Galleria Estense in Modena, Italy. This violin is notable not only for the quality of the sound it produces, but also for the dark and exquisite decoration that adorns it, making it a unique piece from both a musical and artistic point of view.

The Luthier Domenico Galli was a renowned 17th century Italian luthier known for his exceptional skills in making stringed instruments. His fame is due not only to the sound quality of his instruments, but also to the aesthetic beauty and sculpted detail of his creations. Characteristics of the Violin. The 1687 violin is a magnificent example of Galli's mastery. It is adorned with elaborate carvings that include floral motifs, mythological figures and intricate decorative patterns. The wood was crafted with precision, demonstrating both the artistic skill and the luthier's refined technique. This violin is a work of art that encapsulates the culture and aesthetics of late 17th century Italy.

The Galleria Estense, located in Modena, Italy, is a museum housing a vast collection of Renaissance and Baroque art, including paintings, sculptures and musical instruments. Domenico Galli's violin is one of the collection's highlights.

[dvrcos]

ok so I'm giving a bunch of qs for the character ask game except I'll give 2 characters

Kevin day and Aaron minyard (bet u didn't see that one coming did u)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

11. Would you date this character?

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

23. Favorite picture of this character?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Hmm might send more abt other characters if I feel like it

Thank you anon I love a chance to rant about these two idiots endlessly <3

1. Like/dislike about the character

Aaron: he’s genuinely such a complex character and I think that’s what drew me to him initially like this boy has so much going on but desperately pretends like he doesn’t

Kevin: he is canonically a fucking bitch and I can’t help but love that

2. Favorite canon thing

Aaron: I think right now all of his commentary in the first book is my favorite canon thing about him like he’s such a snarky asshole. Like genuinely the scene where Neil pours the water on the ground and then throws the glass at Aaron and Aaron just goes “mature” lives rent free in my head forever and always

Kevin: “I’ve never been skiing before” and then immediately having a panic attack

3. Least favorite thing

Aaron: internalized homophobia womp womp

Kevin: dating a Raven womp womp (i don’t hate Thea literally at all I just don’t like that he stays with another Raven but that is my opinion)

4. Them in a different pieces of media

Aaron: this is most definitely recency bias but The Maze Runner bc he would fit in with those assholes too well (him and gally would be besties)

Kevin: Harry Potter/the marauders feels like the right answer but it also feels lame as fuck (I can also see him in the maze runner as well)

6. Something you have in common with this character

Aaron: Scorpio <3

Kevin: I am also a little bitch sometimes

7. Favorite fanon thing

(Me trying to remember what’s canon and what’s fanon)

Aaron: him with a lip ring and also being a little skater boy

Kevin: the similarities between him and Wymack for sure

8. Least favorite fanon thing

Aaron: I will never stand for aaron micheal minyard hate

Kevin: and I will never stand for kevin day hate either

(I just don’t get how you could hate these assholes like yes they suck that’s the whole point)

9. Could you be roommates with them?

Aaron: maybe I don’t think we’d talk to each other and idk if I could handle that

Kevin: tbh yeah probably

10. Would you be best friends with them?

Aaron: I think we’d be acquaintances at best

Kevin: absolutely not

11. Would you date them?

Aaron: yeah I think whatever he did to swoon Katelyn would work on me as well

Kevin: I would have a raging crush on him but I could not stand his personality irl (I say that with all of the peace and love)

12. My headcanons for them

Aaron: he has terrible circulation and is always cold and has chronic migraines (this is me projecting) and he is a chronic clothing stealer when it comes to his partners clothes (cough cough kevin)

Kevin: he always tries to sign with team in or near cities where the other foxes are located because he doesn’t know how to function without being near his people (cough cough aaron)

13. An emoji that represents them/one they would use frequently

Aaron: 🤓/😐 or 🥱 (he is bored with you !!!)

Kevin: 🫠/🙂 (he doesn’t know it’s passive aggressive at first but uses it excessively after finding out)

14. A fashion aesthetic for them

Aaron: he will always have an early 2000s skater boy aesthetic to me

Kevin: elevated basic featuring a lot of PSU and USC merch

15. Favorite ship for this character

(I don’t even know if I have to say it)

Aaron & Kevin: kevaaron forever and always

16. Least favorite ship with these characters

Aaron: idk honestly I feel like I don’t see many Aaron ships outside kateaaron and kevaaron (I’m pretty sure andrew/aaron exists out there somewhere and I’m choosing to ignore it for my own peace bc hate is not a strong enough work)

Kevin: Kevin/Riko

17. Ship with them I don’t hate but don’t mind

Aaron: Aaron/Jean like I see the vision I just cannot get behind it

Kevin: Kevin/Robin like I don’t mind it at all I just also do not get it but I also don’t know anything about Robin

19. Their canon relationships I don’t like

Aaron: I do like kateaaron and that’s the only canon Aaron relationship (unless I’m dumb and have forgotten but oh well)

Kevin: Kevin/Thea I am so sorry I cannot rally behind you

20. Ideal best friend for this character

Aaron: MATT MOTHERFUCKIN BOYD BABY

Kevin: Andrew and Neil are perfect

I also think they would be very good friends if they gave each other a chance and got to know each far away from Exy bc I think they’d get along and have a lot in common but they have such varying opinions on the thing most of their lives revolve around

22. What I like/don’t like in fics about these characters

Aaron: I don’t like when he blindly hates the other foxes (especially Neil and Andrew) in post-canon fics like his relationships with them are complicated but not blind hate and I love when he’s competitive and also I love when writers delve into his past addiction and trauma and let him heal

Kevin: I love love love to see him get to be nerdy or talk about his other interests outside of Exy and I don’t like when he is like a crazy health nut womp womp

23. Favorite picture (fanart) of this character

Aaron: this art altered my brain chemistry to the fullest extent of that phrase

Kevin: this one and this one tbh even though I don’t really ship kevneil

24. What characters from my other fandoms do they remind me of

Aaron: regulus black

Kevin: maybe remus lupin idk kevin day you are an anomaly my little disaster boy

25. My first impression vs now

Aaron: I was really fucking confused by the Twinyard switch the first time and now he is my fucking baby live laugh Aaron Minyard

Kevin: I thought he was the love interest for most of the first book until I looked up andriel LMAO and now he is babygirl and I love him so much (even more so after reading TSC)

Thank you again for letting me rant about these stupid little idiots I adore <3

Character ask game here

[unhingedlesbear]

Fucking dying I found this OLD thing in my notes app from when I was looking through the files in Du’met’s lil control centre

Studying TDIM characters like lab rats:

🔥Birth dates: 

Jamie - August 7 1996 (Leo)

Kate - March 15 1992 (Pisces)

Erin - 28 April 1998 (Taurus)

Mark - June 29 1992 (Cancer)

Charlie - 26 September 1973 (Libra)

🔥Thoughts on above:

Jamie - She gets that summer gally birdhat. Good for her! And from what little I know of star signs, yeah, she is such a Leo.

Kate - Hashtag March bitch!Hashtag pisses. Good for her!

Erin - I can not see this bitch being whatever a “Taurus” is. Makes me think of a big bull not a tiny meow meow like Erin.

Mark - Has cancer 😢 get well soon king

Charlie - Ugh, I should have known. That man is such a Libro.

🔥Age order:

Charlie

Kate

Mark

Jamie

Erin

🔥Thoughts on above: 

Yeah makes sense. Erin is just a little meow meow tiny baby uwu nya nya 🥰🥰 

🔥Heights:

Jamie - 165cm

Kate - 164cm

Erin - 163cm

Mark - 178cm 

Charlie - 178cm

🔥Thoughts on above:

Once again, Erin is tiny baby nya uwu 🥰 

🔥Weights:

Jamie - 128lbs

Kate - 119lbs

Erin - 115lbs

Mark - 220lbs

Charlie - 204lbs

🔥Thoughts on above:

Erin is literally sooooo tiny and cute Omg I could pick her up frfr. Mark is a hashtag big Boi I need a big Boi or however the song went

🔥 Blood types

Jamie - A positive

Kate - O Negative

Erin - B positive

Mark - O positive

Charlie - A positive

🔥Thoughts on above:

Erin rlly said “be positive🥰!” And Kate was like “oh😞Negative😢😢”

🔥 Known family:

Jamie - Wilson Tiergan (father)

Kate - Veronica Wilder (mother)

Erin - Anya Keenan (mother)

Mark - Brenda Nestor (mother)

Charlie - Pam Lonnit (Mother)

🔥Thoughts on above: 

Pam Lonnit is literally the goofiest name I’ve ever heard in my life. 

🔥 Names of medical clinics (I’m doing the most)

Jamie - Running waters medical centre

Kate - Viewpoint North Medical Centre (I accidentally wrote Mexican centre)

Erin - Valley Dale Medical Centre

Mark - Hunter’s bay medical centre

Charlie - South side medical centre

🔥Thoughts on above:

Ranking their medical clinic names based on aesthetic: (IM SO FUCKING BORED)

1. Jamie (Aesthetic name. Rather majestic.)

2. Kate (Viewpoints are quite nice. Approved.)

3. Mark (I would hunt on a bay tbh)

4. Erin (I just keep thinking of Chip n Dale or whatever those fucks are called)

5. Charlie (literally could not have picked a more boring ass name)

[zelcii]

sixteen | gally x reader

tmr.

fluffy angst for the soul. im bawling my eyes out and cannot be aesthetic rn because im stuck on page 255 of the death cure and i cannot for the life of me read on. oh my days, james dashner. why?

sum; your from group b and you meet gally at the bonfire in the safe haven, but he already knows you. god forbid newt is there though omfg.

cw; swearing, fluff, romance, lgbt themes, unresolved trauma from bein munies, character death.

a/n; all lowercase and not proofread because i cannot anymore holy motherfucking shit. also i would die for will poulter in the newtmas gut wrenching cus like yesssss!! please, will, PLEASEEEE

i want to love a boy, the way i loved the ocean...

homosexual angst, heterosexual comfort.

in your opinion, the safe haven was simply too good to be true. it was a sight to see children your age and younger strolling around without a care in the world. it was surreal. they played games, chased each other around the tall grass, and carried themselves with a certain carefree joy that you absoluetly envied.

you felt so out walking around sulking with your hair down and your clothes wrinkled and bedridden. you looked like a mess and you knew it because you refused to leave your tent for two days, fearing that once you stepped outside that maybe this was all just another test. a trick of the mind.

a trick of the mind that you'd grown used to in the wicked labs. the worst of it came from the sensations you'd feel on your legs and arms after sitting around for too long. pins and needles. if you held on long enough, your skin would eventually mimic the experience of the dozens of pins and pricks your limbs had to undergo. you could vividly see the tubes coming out of you, draining the very essence of your life away and replacing it with biochemical that didn't look, feel, or act natural. you remember being halfway full of the "fake blood." you could remember the feeling of barely being human.

at night, if you closed your eyes hard enough, you could still feel the bright, warm rays of the springs' artificially designed and wicked-engineered daylight on your skin. it would feel so real in your mind that you'd nearly have a panic attack, believeing that you had never escaped in the first place.

you'd spent your whole life (or at least the parts you remembered) in that cruel "life" simulation they called the maze trials. so long that you'd been conditioned to think that that was what home felt like. but no munie has ever felt truely at home before, so what gave vince the right to think that this place could be any different?

for the first time ever, you came out of your tent, looking around you as community unfurled before you. and although you wanted to tell yourself that you were safe, and that you were real, you couldn't help but call bullshit.

not long ago, your group had outsmarted your maze trials and joined the right arm. that was the first time you had truely seen hope after being sent up the lift and thrown into the sadistic evil wicked called "an expirement for good."

unfourtunately, it wasn't much longer then that you would realise that the hope that you had been given was futile and false.

because as soon as you did something nice for the others, you were thrown back into wicked's custody. the good die young and poor afterall. you were transported around the country, often with the tired asian boy you never learned the name of, but he was part of the group the right arm "saved." though you suppose nobody is ever safe anymore.

the scientists there subjected you to what felt like hundreds of graphic simulations. they forced you to watch your loved ones die over and over again—people whose faces you couldn't recognize but somehow knew you should've. You saw them getting ripped apart by shades, their guts spilling on the floor. Falling perilously off the cliff and crumbling in front of you in a gruesome splat of red. you watched your friends get buried alive under the damp soils of the springs, you digging the holes with no controls to stop yourself from hurting harriet, sonya, ximena, rachel, aris, miyoko, beth—the names went on. through it all, your mind was always awake, fully aware of every horrifying detail. the images burning itself into your dreams, gifting you with restless nights.

though you suppose you should be grateful in the slightest. because you wholeheartedly believed that you would still be in that pain if it weren't for the rouge wicked soldier that carried you out of the facility and onto a bus full of the children you'd seen before im the hallways. regardless, suspicion bubbled within you. you found yourself asking when you would start killing everyone.

aris walked up to you, calling out your name as his way of announcing himself, careful not to startle you. him, harriet and sonya were your most frequent visitors, talking to you from the otherside of the thin tent walls. you begged them to stay outside, anticipating your "turn for the worst."

you walked together as he told you about the bonfire vince would be holding that afternoon. "just like the good old days" he said, though you disagreed. the last "good day" you had was before the springs, lost somewhere in the mist of all the things you couldn't remember.

"maybe meet someof the other people?" aris suggested, his question laced with the sterness of an order. "it'll do you some good." he said. doubt it.

as aris walked away, your gaze was drawn to a pair of blue eyes watching you from a distance. they belonged to a tall blond boy who observed with a curious, almost wistfulness swimming in his eyes before it melted into a sombre look. the shade of blue in his eyes bubbled up a sense of familiarity deep within you, and you didn't even realise you were holding your breath until you forced yourself to look away.

that night, after vince's inspirational speech to keep the colony in high hopes, you lingered at the back of the crowd. small cliques spread about with wide grins and loud laughter as they ate and danced around the fire. you felt a streak of envy as you watched the children easily forget as if they hadn't been poked and prodded just days prior. yet, you were also grateful that the younger ones didn't have to face the worst of it. it was a bittersweet sight—knowing they could find joy despite everything, even if for just a moment.

behind the bonfire and displayed before the beach was the large slate of rock vince had mentioned in his speech. a few kids were already at work, carving dozens of names into the stone—tributes to the people they'd lost. one of them stood out, towering over the others with a quiet intensity. he skillfully carved the name "maya" at the top of the sculpture, his hands steady and deliberate. he went over the name a couple names, digging the name deep into the rock so it popped out the most comared to the others until he finished and did the same for the name "chuck" under his first. the sounds of the chisel against stone mixed with the crackling of the fire and the gentle lapping of waves from afar overlapped. the atmosphere thickened as each name was etched into the monument.

you came up behind the boy, tapping him gentely on the shoulder and he seemed to lean into your touch. oddly enough, he didn't have to turn around to know that he'd find you with your arm outstretched, asking for the sculpting tools.

in surprise, you stood there looking at the tools he carefully handed over to you, those blue eyes never leaving the name he carved in first. it startled you how in sync you seemed to be with this total stranger, you couldn't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, how his eyes glazed over the longer he stared at the names, and how his shoulders were tensed every time you had seen him. as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

in contrast to the boy, you got on your knees before the large stone slate, taking your time with the curves of each letter. she felt unworthy of writing the name into the rock, having killed her over and over and over again in so many different simulations. but when you brought it up with harriet, she simply gave your shoulder a squeeze in attempt to reassure you before pulling you into a hug, whispering soft "i know,"s into your hair, your eyes watering.

you made sure to do it justice, chipping away at the stone with intention in each stroke, a furrow of your eyebrows over your tired eyes as you made no mistake with each hit of your mallet. you had noticed that although he was finished on his names, the boy still hovered behind her, watching the way she shifted her entire focus into permanently engraving the name into the sculpture. she paid no mind to anything other than the work in front of her and the sound sof the sea. "beth" you had written, standing up and backing away to admire your works.

it was then that you realised that the boy was never looking at the names. he was looking at you, putting a respectful hand on the small of your back as you walked backwards, before pulling away to cross his arms over his chest. usually, you would lash out, yell at whoever thought to have the audacity to even think to touch you. but something about the way his caloused hand sat warm against your skin felt so natural. like you were meant to feel his skin against yours. so you didn't yell because maybe you were in the wrong.

your eyes flickered between the names and the blond beside you, studying the way soft freckles spread across his face from the cold and how he kept his head held high, his jaw clenched. you knew he could feel you staring, but you couldn't help but wonder why he felt so familiar, and you had a feeling he didn't care much.

it didn't startle you when his eyes locked on to yours. you bit your lip, taking notice of the way your heart rate picked up as you watched the darkest bits of his eyes dilate as he set his eyes on you and you failed to hold back the giddy smile that crawled onto your lips. he felt pathetic, searching for the familiar flakes of gold that swam within your irises. he searched your eyes for your soul only to feel himself melt, falling for you. again. all while you studied him for what would be the first time for you. his heart ached.

"do i know you?" you asked under bated breath. the way his eyes smiled and his gaze softened when he looked at you nearly convinced you to fall for him. how innocently he looked at you, void of any judgment.

he shook his head no, smiling at you with his lips pursed. his eyes were laced with a sort of pain that bubbled up in the middle of his chest. no, you didn't know him. but he knew you. he'd state it, his voice was low and gruff, as if he had just woken up.

"and your so sure?" the blond hummed. "why is that?" you laughed, and he simply looked at you. he looked at you like you'd disappear if he looked away. he offered you his hand and you glanced down at it hesitantly. your eyes traced over his calluses, worn hands, each scar and scrape a story to share. and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to hear them. and for the first time in days, you let yourself believe that everything was real, because you wanted him to be real.

you took his hand and let him lead you down to the beach, neither of you walking farther behind the other. just together.

the two of you sat there in the sand. he sat with his arm resting against a leg, his other outstretched and his other hand proped under him to cary his weight. it was a vain attempt to relax despite the tension in his muscles. you sat your knees up to your chest, hugging them close and resting your chin on your knees. a vain attempt to feel safe around him. because no matter how much you doubted the world around you, the legitimacy of the people you met, and the control you had over your own actions, you still wanted a place to go back to that you could call home, or rather a person. he told you his name was gally. then your heart pleaded with the universe to let home be the boy you'd only met today.

"maya..." he muttered, picking up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers. "she loved the ocean. because each time the water left the shore, she knew it would come back." he finished, looking at you once again. he searched for any tell-tale sign that his words felt familiar to you. they didnt. "she told me that."

he could recall the way you used to talk with your hands, a bounce in your step, and your eyes wide with wonder and love as you spoke to him. you wasted your love on him, but he had overlooked it. he had overlooked you, missing the way your smile would falter when he changed the subject or how you would stumble over your words, desperately wishing he would just listen to you.

"she's a smart girl," you hummed, your eyes trained on the crash of the waves and the flutter of seagulls as the passed by. "can i ask... what happened?"

gally let out a shaky breath, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. "she was in trouble," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to hear his own words. he spoke slowly, each word heavy and dry in his mouth. "she was in trouble, and i ignored her."

he remembered how you ran to him in the middle of the hallway, begging him to help you run away. you told him how you overheard the scientists discussing sending you to the maze trials, how you panicked at the thought of losing your memories and everything you'd worked for being wiped away. your voice trembled with fear and desperation, but he ignored you.

you gently nodded, letting him know you were listening, though you kept your eyes closed, allowing the sounds and smells of the beach to envelop you. you'd never seen water run the way the waves swayed against the wind, their movements both soothing and relentless. the way the water crashed against the rocks and sand with such urgency, only to retreat and disappear, fleeting from the very reason it fought so hard to get to.

"i grew selfish and i lost nearly everything i loved because of it," he sighed, reverent. he hated how you looked at him like you'd never seen him before, but you haven't. that was his fault. he wanted to you to see what he saw, to show you his memories, to make you feel what he felt. "we were sixteen."

he looked at you, his eyes desprate as the blue drew you in. they taunted you, and it hurt how you noticed every similarity between his his eyes and beth's. the green bits that crowded his irises, and the blue that reminded you of the waves on the shore before you. but he silently begged for you to stop thinking about her.

"i should know you shouldn't i?" the thought burned your heart.

gally nodded, his head hung low as he pursed his lips. he had hoped when he saw you in the last city, that seeing him could trigger your memories and bring you back to him. but as he saw you above the hill across the safe haven, staring at him with nothing but curiosity, he knew he had truely lost you. it got worse when he watched you write beth's into the stone so delicately.

"beth," you started, her name bitter on your tongue. "we were together in the springs." you explained to him everything you knew about the maze. you told him about your life back when you were just a sprout, a new arrival. you had come up from the lift just a month before beth, but when you saw her, you already knew her. he listened intently, watch how you smiled when you told him about her and the blue of her eyes.

"she was stung because of me," you admitted, recalling the day you snuck her into the maze. "when she went through the shift... i couldn't bare to stand the yelling. the screaming. i couldn't face the fact that she was like that because of me." you fidgeted with your shoelaces, twisting the fabric between your fingers as you spoke. "i didn't talk to her after that. and the last time i saw her—when i was finally ready to be there—she was bleeding out on the floor."

"that's the thing about people, isn't it?" she muttered. "they leave at the worse times, then come back when you stop needing them."

you let a tear slip as the weight of your words exhoed between the both of you, ringing true for different reason. gally could remember the exact moments your pleas had sunk in, but by then, the last time he'd seen you was on the screens of the security room, running the maze and killing a griever. he could still remember the desperation in your tone, the thought finally sinking in that you reached out to him—only him—because you wanted him to care.

his eyes glazed over, recalling the way he treated people before and after the maze. he could remember all the yelling he did, all the pain he could've caused. the most vividly though, chuck laying on the floor of the wicked facility, his blood pooling under him. he remembered falling to his knees, the pain is his shoulder numb compared to the hatred his heart held for him. "i was a terrible person..." he confessed, his voice breaking.

your brows furrowed as you frowned. gally kept his head low, glaring daggers at his feet with an intensity. the anger in his soul was the only thing more powerful than the vicious regret that gnawed at him from the inside.

"maybe you weren't," you shrugged, and for a moment you paused. you gently took his hand in yours, your skin smooth against his as you took your time to intertwine your fingers together in a way that felt right to you, yet familiar to gally. he let you lay your head against his shoulder, the only weight that felt comfortable on his shoulders, and you let him wrap his arm around you waste, the only touch you truely believed to be genuine. "maybe you were just sixteen."

guys do u get it. cus her name wss maya. yes like maya hawke. and she loved him but he didnt. and he lost sky when her memories got wiped. so he wrote her name on the stone thing. and he loves her now but she doesnt. she loves beth. but beth is dead. but they have the same eyes. cus theyre equivalents. so. they bother get second chances. hypothetically. they can finally be there for each other. but. she only loves him now. because he reminds her of beth. so all we can do now i pray that maya can love the boy the way she loved the ocean. though the ocean could also be all three of them. maya on shore then gally off shore. gally on shore then maya off. then maya and beth on shore then maya off. then maya on and beth off. now both gally and maya on shore. the shore representing love.

omg guys im losing it.

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