Talking To Stone

Chapter 72: Please No.

Macy's POV

I quickly dragged the sword out of his chest.
Blood spewed out of him as he collapsed onto a pile of rocks.
I rushed towards him as I put my hand on his wound.
"No! I'm-im sorry! No no no! Please!" I cried.
"Macy. It's fine. Don't worry about me." He struggled to say.
"No! You'll make it! Trust me! Just don't leave me now! Please."
"Macy,"
"No!"
"Listen to me," he began, "there is something that I need to tell you."
"What?! Tell me!"
"I...i...I love you."
His words made me freeze.
"I-I love you too." I sobbed.
Clay held my hand as I cradled him in my arms.
He let go.
"No..." I cried.
The wound where he was stabbed crumbled away as well as the rest of him.
I tried to hold onto as much of him as possible but he slipped through my fingers like sand.
I was still holding the sword.
I took a glance at it.
I threw it away in horror: hands shaking.
Nothing of him was left.
That was when I started to cry.
But it never had been that loud and heartbreaking to me.
I scrambled away into the nearest corner and ducked my head.
I felt waterfalls in my eyes as I failed to contain the amount of sadness and anger in my mind.
In the middle of the room, just where Clay was killed, popped out a misty, grey wisp.
I crawled towards it, my curiosity getting the best of me.
It twirled around me, my eyes glued to the tiny figure.
It came closer to me, then disappeared.
At that moment, a wave of anger and revenge took over my body, I could no longer control that darkness.
"What-what are you doing?" I croaked.
"Haha."
"Latum?"
"No, idiot. It's Clavam."

A/n: hehehe sneaky sneaky me behind ma's back.
Ooooh and also, try to figure out this Clavam. To be honest, I think it will be easy due to the whole Latum thing meaning Clay and all......