The Maze Runner Imagines

Forgive Me, Marilyn | Gally

"I just don't get why he needs to be around!" Gally yelled while throwing his hands in the air. He was annoyed, again. He was yelling, again. Gally was annoyed. After the two of you became a thing, he stopped being so angry, but he was the most jealous person in the world.

You paced back and forth, sighing heavily. You were becoming to get annoyed as well. He would just not understand! "Gally, how many times do I have to tell you that he was my friend before you were my boyfriend! I'm not going to just stop talking to him," you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"He's always being so touchy, Marilyn. I don't like it. Who even knows, you probably do since you let him do it!"

"Gally! If I liked it, you would be gone! I would be with Minho right now, not you," you said becoming extremely frustrated.

"So what? You want him now?" He said crossing his arms. You looked at him as if he were crazy. You took the biggest deep breath and rubbed your face.

"Where the f—where did you get that from Gally! I didn't say that," you yelled.

"But you're thinking it!"

"You know what! Maybe I should go with him, right? Since you seem to be one hundred percent sure I want him!" You were finally over this argument. You began to speak whatever came to mind rather than actually thinking about it.

"Maybe you should! I'd prefer being with Teresa anyway! She's definitely," he looked you up and down, "got the best body out here!" As soon as those words escaped his lips, he seemed to instantly regret them. You took a couple steps back. He knew you felt insecure about your body. He knew it.

"Marilyn, baby." He whispered. Concerned was written all over his face, but you didn't want to forgive him instantly. It was very inconsiderate of him to hurt you that way. Especially since the argument was over something so crazy. You liking Minho? He wasn't Gally.

"Get. Away. From. Me." You said through gritted teeth. You pushed passed him and ran to a place you knew would piss him off. You knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but you were so upset that you weren't thinking clearly. You usually didn't like the whole "an eye for an eye" thing.

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"He actually thinks I like you, so he was upset and said that," you muttered onto his chest, the tears long gone. You could hear Minho's steady heartbeat.

"You know how he is, Marilyn," without lookin at him, you knew Minho was rolling his eyes, "but that doesn't make it right. He can't just hurt you whenever he's mad."

"I know it's not healthy for us to be this way, Minho. I don't want to continue this back and forth. Honestly, I hate the things I do when I'm upset with him," you told him honestly.

"Marilyn," you turned to face Gally. He still seemed upset. He momentarily glared at Minho before shaking his head and sighing, "please forgive me, Marilyn. I know I said the wrong things. I'm so sorry. I swear that I won't be so jealous. I want to change. I want to be good for you," he said honestly and in front of Minho.

You knew Gally was never one to lose his "tough" act in front of other Gladers, but he was doing it to prove to you that he no longer cared for any of that but you.

You got out of Minho's arms and slowly walked towards Gally. Minho decided it was time for him to leave. Gally had a tear slipping down his face. You sighed and got close enough to wipe it away with your thumb.

"I—" you began, but he cut you off.

"Wait, there's more. What I said . . . about her," he whispered, "it was so wrong of me, and so not true. I—I," he put both his hands on your cheeks, "I love you, Marilyn. I love you and i'm so crazy about you."

That was the first time he told you he loved you in the couple of months that you were together. Just like you, he believed that those words were meant to be said when they were felt one hundred percent. He always knew he loved you, but he didn't want to say those three words that could crush him. You had a control over him that you didn't know of, but he knew. He knew that if he messed up in anyway, he would be breaking his own heart.

"I love you, Gally," you whispered.

He smiled before kissing you passionately. All the anger dissolved and all that was left was love.