Galli

You overheard their conversation by accident - you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time — Gally, you like her, right? Newt's voice in the kitchen was even, even lazy, as if casually. He stood leaning on the countertop, holding a glass of water. Gally, opposite, was tense as a taut string — Yes, I treat her normally, like everyone else. Don't make things up. it sounded fast, with emphasis. Too harsh to be true. You pretended not to hear. But in your chest everything already knew. Later, you went out into the yard — a habit left over from the Glade. You always loved to sit under the stars, to breathe in the silence when the rest of the world fell asleep. Now it was different here — cooler, prickly. But the sky was still so distant and free. You sat down on the concrete fence, hugged your knees with your hands, propping up your chin. The seconds dragged on viscous, as if time had frozen next to you. And then — steps. Quiet, confident. You recognized them immediately

• You always sit like that, as if you were waiting for someone to come up to you came from behind you. Gally's voice was low, a little rough, but there was no mockery in it. He was just there. You didn't turn around, you just quietly answered
• Maybe I am waiting He came closer, stood next to her. Silence hung between you - not awkward, but somehow honest. More honest than anything you had said before
• I lied he suddenly said - To Newt. When I said I didn't care about you You turned slowly to him. The light from the lantern fell from the side, emphasizing the sharp features of his face, the shadow under his eyes, his slightly trembling fingers
• Why were you silent? almost in a whisper. Gally looked away, ran his hand over the back of his head
• Because with you it's real. And everything real is scary He sat down next to me, hands on his knees, back straight, as if he was holding on so as not to break
• I kept thinking he continued - If I tell you, everything will be ruined. You'll leave. And I'll stay - with this feeling and empty hands. But now... I don't want to be silent again You looked at him - that same Gally, who used to seem impenetrable. And now he was frank to the point of pain

Galli is like a wall: tall, strong, stern. His features are angular, as if carved by stubbornness. There is a steely determination in his eyes, but behind it hides the fear of losing. He is not soft, but he knows how to be caring. He just does it in his own way: with silence, with steps next to you, with a look that says more than words.