Clay's POV
I rubbed my eyes wildly to check if he was really there. He disappeared, leaving only a poof of black smoke in his place.
Macy crawled inside with a tray of food.
She opened a small slide, handing it to me as I ate.
"How's your sleep?" She asked gently.
"It was fine." I answered.
"What did you dream about?"
I turned red.
"Umm...uhhhh....nothing much. Just about training and...stuff."
She stared at me with one eyebrow up.
"...ok"
She gave me a warm smile as she left afterwards.
That was when the alarm started flashing.
A/n: yeah. Sorry this was extremely short. I'm still at the wedding. It's 3pm.
I had to wake up at 5 for my flipping makeup. The wedding started at 10.
I am dying.
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Talking To Stone
FanfictionWhat happens if Clay could communicate with the person he loves the most whilst he's trapped in his stone prison? Well, that person is Macy. The orphan has liked her for years but was too scared to admit it. But now, he has to step up for himself. W...
