FEELINGS | Dream & Georgenotfound

Epiphany

Content warning: child abuse, physical abuse, violence, death
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"George, I'm leaving! I'll be back soon." Clay shouted.

"Okay, be safe." George shouted towards the door.

"Bye! Text me if you need anything!" Clay yelled.

"Okay bye!"

He heard the front door open, close, then heard it lock. George rested his head on the pillow.

It's been almost a month since he arrived. Everything was making sense, falling into place. Everyday felt more peaceful than the last. Oddly enough, he felt like he was finally able to grasp onto the bars of control. His life up until this point was flipping upside down, creating an opposite version of what it used to be.

Every wrong was turning into a right. Every mistake he thought he made actually served a purpose, helping him realize who he was. All the pain that he held on was slowly slipping from his hands, never to be seen again. He couldn't help but feel so stupid for holding onto the most unnecessary things. But as relieved as he felt, he knew deep down that this wasn't possible without Clay.

He wished he could figure it out, what all those feelings meant. He's seen many faces, felt the embraces of many people. But something was always different whenever he was with Clay.

Something different.

Why?

What is it?

Why can't the universe just give me an answer?

He'd basically given up at this point, leaving it in the hands of time itself; it would be best if he didn't question it, because no matter how hard he thought about it, he could never understand.

But now he laid in bed alone. Clay took it upon himself to run some errands for the day, claiming that it would be better if he stayed back at the apartment and get some rest.

Whatever that means. 

He wrapped himself in the blankets, wishing he was cuddling with Clay like the night before. He closed his eyes, being left with his lingering thoughts.

They've lived under the same roof for some time now, and they've been able to get along well, sharing all the house chores and responsibilities. Lately, the idea of moving in with Clay wasn't out of the question. The idea of living with him made him smile.

It was almost like they were a married couple. George suddenly laughed to himself.

How interesting would that be.

He turned to his side. If he slept now, he would be able to wake up to Clay coming home. He closed his eyes again, feeling himself slowly fall asleep.

Knocking coming from the front door suddenly woke him from his deep sleep. He lifted his body up with his arms, making sure he heard that noise correctly. More knocks sounded from the door, but louder. George quickly jumped off the bed, feeling the cold wooden floor with his bare feet.

Shit, it's Clay.

He remembered how cold it was that day, George even lended him one of his favorite fluffy scarfs before he left.

I wonder what he got.

He made his way to the door. He wrapped his fingers on the door handle and opened it, letting in the freezing wind as it whipped past his fast.

"Did you forget the-"

"George."

The light that blinded his eyes when he opened the door finally dimmed, allowing him to see who was standing at the door.