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too early

Tw: 💞death 💞

3rd person POV

"Its too early" Clay whined as George shook him awake,

"Can't we just cuddle a little longer?" Clay asked with his best puppy eyes.

"No, we have to get up, we have to meet with Nick today and I don't wanna be late, its a long drive", George explained

"Plus you stink, you gotta take a shower before we leave" George added

"Rude" Clay mumbled, pushing George away from him, making the other giggle.

"It's true, what do I have to do to convince you? Offer to join?" George teased

"I mean I surely wouldn't mind"

"Shut up you weirdo" George groaned

"Is that a yes?"

George whacked him with a pillow

"Hey that hurt!"

"I'm sure it did you big baby"

Clay rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Don't be grumpy I was only teasing" George cooed, poking Clay's shoulder and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek which made his expression soften.

"I love you"

"I love you too, but we gotta go get ready baby" George was practically begging at this point, Clay could be stubborn for no reason sometimes.

"Okay fine" Clay finally agreed, earning another kiss on the cheek.

They both got ready and could finally start driving to Nicks place, it was about 2 hours so they wanted to leave a little early, it was about 11 when they got in the car to leave.

"Can we take a nap when we get back? I want a refund from you cutting me short on my morning Georgie-cuddles"

"Okay cutie"

"Promise?"

"I promise, cross my heart and hope to die" George chortled

Clay smiled and sat back in his seat, contemptness overtaking his face as looked at George with the thought of just how lucky he was to have him being the only thing on his mind.

George ended up driving and Clay was sat in the passenger seat trying to entertain himself so he wouldn't distract George too much, because getting into a car crash didn't sound very ideal to him.

...Rightfully so.

It was horrid, glass shattering, screaming, and tires screeching was all that was heard, the entire left side of the car was completely and utterly destroyed, yet the right was still intact?

It was unfair, everything about it was unfair. The fact that he lost his favorite person in the world to a shit driver who thinks it's okay run red lights infuriated him, it shook him to the core, it made him feel so many things and he hated all of it. Clay wished he could've taken George's place, been on the side that took the hit.

Clay would do anything for George to be okay, but now there's nothing he can do, nothing could undo what happened.

He wishes he could time travel, work on his convincing skills and keep George in bed with him for the entire day and just decide to reschedule their plans. But thats not something that's even remotely possible.

So he cried. He cried and he cried, until he couldn't anymore, it was the only thing he could do, it was the only thing he even had the willpower to do.

He weeped and he sobbed and he mourned and he prayed that somehow George would be alright.

But in reality his life support could only extend Clay's pain a little longer, until it crushed his hope for good.

Clay was usually a very optimistic person, but how things were going was turning him pessimistic, he knew he couldn't have him anymore, he knew this was out of his control.

But did he accept that? Of course not, he covered up those realistic thoughts with artificial hope, hope he knew wouldn't do anything except for make the loss bigger and more painful for himself.

Every time he looked at George in what was inevitably his death bed he felt like he wanted to cry again, and he usually did, he felt guilty and sad and angry and he felt that it was unfair.

His usually glowing porcelain skin now a dull shade of white too pale to be human, his gorgeous brown eyes glued shut in a pained expression, his usually full, bright pink and soft lips that Clay loved so much now a faded pink and void of any life, and his perfect body littered in cuts and bruises, not to mention the amount of iv's and monitors taped to his arms.

It was truly a tragic sight.

He lasted about two days in the hospital until he was pronounced dead, and thats when Clay officially broke down.

He held his head in his hands and cried more than he had ever before, he had just lost the one person who he's been through everything with, he had just lost his other half and it completely shattered him.

He whispered to himself, still silently sobbing "It's too early"

A/N
WC: 818
(Also it's currently 2 am and im exhausted dont @ me for my shit spelling)
Thank you for reading! Sorry I've been gone for so long ive had pretty much no motivation and I'm still kinda lacking it, just had an itch to finally update this story
Sorry its kinda short!
Btw thank you guys so much for all the support! it doesn't go unnoticed, I really appreciate it, i think its crazy how this just recently hit 500 votes and 20k reads, when I first started in like- September I didn't expect anyone to even see it <3

Love you all! Drink some water and make sure you eat something >:(