that way | dreamwastaken x oc

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chapter forty five | that way
real life

// mentions of alcohol/being drunk & depression

when people are asked where they would go if they could go back in time, most people would say a fond memory. perhaps them running along the beach at sunset with their friends, their wedding day, maybe the proposal instead. but for the male with the piercing green eyes, it would be the day that a girl, that he never thought would be so important to him, kissed him, and not because it ended happily.

clays mind had replayed the moment thousands of times over, yet with a different ending. although, sometimes the real story would slip through his imagination, the city lights shining down on her face of regret, the immediate step back and single tear that fell from her eye. clay swore he'd never witnessed something that broke him more than that, and he was the one who caused the destruction.

clays knuckles slowly turned white as he gripped onto the steering wheel, he had no real direction or idea of where he was headed, his mind was too busy focussed on something else, or rather someone else.

his eyes drifted from the road to the seat next to him, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them once more, hoping that this was all a dream and she'd be there singing along to some taylor swift song and smiling, but to his disappointment, he was met with nothing.