They walked together, hand in hand.
Clay's thoughts swirled.
What did he need to talk about?
Is it about me?
What did I do?
George sat them both down in the field where they usually hung out.
"Clay, I want you to have this."
George outstretched his hand to give Clay a small locket.
A charm locket.
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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...
