Dream x GeorgeNotFound short stories

Glacous Streets Await You

The stairs were long. They spiraled up the rusted pole, and every step taken upon the stairs only deteriorated it even more. Small rocks or powders would flake off every now and then.
George walked slowly up the spiraled stairs. Only emotion that showed a sliver was the thought to George that maybe people would miss him.
Not maybe.
Only ONE person would miss him.
His lover that he met during the golden hour of spring. In the middle of June. (Lmao iykyk)
He hesitated walking up the steps remembering the sweet successes his lover and he did. The dandelions that tickled their noses when stargazing for clouds in the day. It was sweet to him.
Maybe not sweet enough to keep him from forgetting what gravity ever even felt like.
He. Ignores the man running down the hall calling his name out to him. It broke him. It shattered him. Hearing the ruffled obvious pain in the mans voice hitting his ears hurt him more than he could even believe.
He ran up the stairs to escape him.
The pried open the rusted metal door until it pushed open and his face hit the crisp thin air. His hair following the direction of the wind.
He wanted to pick the dandelions.
He wanted to tell his lover he loved him.
He wanted to embrace his touch and feel the calloused hands on his soft tear stained cheeks.
He felt large hands wrap around his cortex and dampen his shirt with tears.
"Please. You said you wouldn't do this. You said you wouldn't do this. Please I'm begging you with every last year I have in my body, George." The man yelled with vulgar pain. His throat burned.
George sighed as more tears ran down his cheeks. "Clay let me go. I never made a promise." 
Clay fell to his knees, bringing George with him. "I love you, I love you. Please listen to me when I say I love you!" Clay cried caressing George's cheeks in his hands.
Of course it hurt.
Of corse is fucking hurt.
It hurt like he couldn't ever believe. Seeing his lover break down into smaller pieces than he had before.
George was the one causing him so much pain.
"Clay. The stars will still come out, the sun and moon will still rise. The seasons will still change. Think of the stars as our peak into heaven. And I'm letting go of the grass and seeping into the stars." George said taking his hands to.Clays and pulling them down.
George stood up. Backing towards the railing.
"George please. I don't know how to help you but I'm begging you teach me how. Let me make your world please!
Let me be your savior. Let me be what you ever wanted to be." Clay begged until his hands gave out and his knees became numbness needles. He begged until his throat became gravel and his cheeks became sore with bites and tears. He begged until his eyes felt as if they were going to seep from his skull.
Clay walked over and grabbed George by the hands pleading for him to stay.
"I wish I could say I'm sorry. But then I'd be untruthful. I truly love you. Pick the dandelions for me. I swear you'll find someone else, you'll get over it." George said letting him body weight fall to his back, and letting go of Clays hands. His fell over the railing to the street below.
The street  shined various colored lights from yellow to blue and the rain made the lifts more blurry than they needed to be. The cars rushed through the street, not knowing what was going on above.
Clay screamed reaching his hands out below,
But his lover was out of reach.
He fell for someone who he knew he couldn't stay with forever.
He'd get over it.
So he continued to pick the dandelions that tickled their noses and they sang the name that Clay called his lover.
Clay missed the laugh he heard when he playfully tackled George in the field of glaucous memories.
Clay was a regular visitor.