Gally

Gally sat leaning against the cold wall, looking off into the distance. Faces were spinning in his head—the ones he'd lost. Minho. Newt. Chuck. Alby. Teresa…

— Stuck in the past again?

The voice made him flinch. He turned around. You were standing behind him, holding two mugs of something steaming in your hands.

“Not stuck,” muttered Gally.

• You're lying like you're breathing, - you sat down next to him and handed him one of the mugs. - Drink. You've turned completely green.

He took the drink, smelled the tart herbal aroma – something like tea, but stronger. He took a sip. Hot, bitter, but… warming.

• What were you thinking about? - you asked, looking at him intently.

“About people I knew,” he answered unexpectedly honestly.

You laughed quietly.

• Well, I said I wasn’t stuck.

Gally chuckled.

• They left. Or betrayed. Or... - he fell silent.

— Or they just became different. People change. Sometimes beyond recognition.

He looked at you. You said it like you knew what you were talking about.

• And you? - he asked. - Will you change?

You looked at him for a moment, then smiled, tenderly, but with a slight sadness.

• I don’t know. But for now I’m here.

He met you here, at Lawrence's. It took a while for you to hit it off, but now Gally realized that of all the people he'd ever known, you were the only one who hadn't yet become a memory.

-Thank you...