Clay waited patiently by the crosswalk for George to arrive.
Six months had passed, and they still had been together, no issues.
Or, so he'd thought.
George finally rounded the corner on his bike and hopped off, throwing it aside and running towards Clay, arms open wide for a hug.
He stopped midway.
"Clay, we need to talk."
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Sunrise. // Dreamnotfound
FanfictionSunrises are supposed to be beautiful, right? Atleast, that's what young Clay thought. But he'd be proven wrong. Regrets. Hope, stupid hope. He'd pay for falling too deep into a hole he couldn't crawl out of. That one single day, he'd learn there's...
