memory #5, start.
george.
november 6, 2513.
what, the fuck.
he's dead?
what.
the.
fuck.
what the fuck.
what.
w
why
why.
he's the reason he held me back from falling in love and he pulls this shit???
he didn't even warn me
wait
he fucking did
he did.
and i overlooked it
what the fuck.
"george, can i talk to you for a second?" clay fiddled with his jacket sleeves, ignoring the fact that it's 29°C. "yeah! what's up?" i lifted my head up and moved a bit towards him.
"um, i just wanted to .. tell you that i'm .. struggling a bit .. mentally. and i don't know what to do, and it's terrifying." he looks everywhere, but at me, pauses and stumbles over his words and it sounds like he's going to start crying.
"i'm always here for you, clay. you know that. thank you for telling me. i love you." i pull him into a hug, already hearing him start sobbing into my shirt.
god.
i'm so sorry.
i only heard because there was someone, a news reporter maybe, and they wrote an article about you.
'Local teen that went missing a year ago died.'
why didn't they tell anyone?
his parents? my parents? his boyfriend?
'Teenager Clay ---- was found dead in a river all the way in a small town in Florida, cause of death: drowning.'
he was drowning in his own mental health he felt like he had to take care of it and actually drown.
what the fuck
what.
clay.
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flower fields
Fanfictiondream "dies" of unknown causes and george tries to figure out why it happened, but in the meantime he writes letters to dream and visits flower fields they went to together to recollect himself and recite memories. inspired by my one shot chapter "f...
