Why does it matter?

Last part, lazy warning

"Sit down George! I'll handle this."  Clay held his sword in front of him, ready to block BadBoyHalo's attact. He can feel blood dripping down on his leg, but his adrenaline is too high to feel any sort of pain.

BadBoyHalo isn't looking too good either, in fact, a cut on his arm and the wound on his elbow proved that he is, indeed going to lose to Clay soon. But Clay would have won, if BadBoyHalo didn't go... Insane I guess.

His skin turned black, demon horns grew on his forehead, which made him look like a demon, but at the same time, pure white wings sprouted behind him, and a golden halo appeared hovered above his head. What is happenning?! Clay thought.

"Worthless human, move out of the way. My target is him, not you." Even his voice changed, it's a lot deeper and now sounds robotic.

"Heh, what about no?" Clay leaped forward to attack BadBoyHalo, attempting to injure him while his distracted with the idea of killing George, but a flap of BadBoyHalo's wings sent him flying through the air and crashed into the side of the cave.

Clay tasted something salty and metallic at the back of his throat, he coughed, and splat blood onto the floor. Life seem to fade from him.

"No..." George wispered, scrambling to get to Clay. "Please don't die!"

"Hahaha." BadBoyHalo laughed, floating above them, "Humans are weak, and love makes them weaker."

George bit his lips, and fought back the urge to tell BadBoyHalo that they are just friends.

"And now you will pay for killing Skeppy!" BadBoyHalo's sword floated out of his hand, and flew straight towards George's chest.

George closed his eyes. He know he could have just dodged to the side, and avoid getting hurt, or worse, killed by the sword, but if he moves out of the way, Clay will be the one getting hurt, and at this point, anything could kill him right now, and George wanted to protect him.

He doesn't understand why he cannot be with Clay, just a voice inside him tells him that it's not ok, they're not meant to be together. But now, it's quieting down, almost as if it never existed in the first plac, and no matter how hard George tried, he cannot bring himself to repeat the words he has been believeing for the past weeks, even months.

He knows he cannot hide from his feelings anymore, "I don't love Clay" is not something he can tell himself anymore.

But now George is stuck. He does not know whether to love or not, deep down, he understands that, he loves Clay, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it, or admit it.

But that no longer matters does it? George thought, smiling at the shining white blade aiming for the one thing that held all his love for Clay, I'll die, for Clay. I guess I'll see you... Hopefully not later.

Clay stared in shock, he must do something.

So what if George doesn't love him back, Clay knows he have to save George, somehow.

He cannot move, and every inch of his body began to ache, he probably had a few broken ribs and bones, his body wanted him to pass out, to escape it all, to just shut down and ignore everything. But there's no way his doing that, he have to keep George alive, even if it's going to cost his life.