purple orchids/ dreamnotfound

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recap- clay found george at the cemetery and checked to see if he was alright. clay felt as if he was being intrusive but george wants him to stay for a bit

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"actually, could you please stay for a second?" george asked. "sure!" clay said happily. george scooted over to allow clay to sit down beside him.

"so, who's alex?" clay asked looking at the name. "my best friend. he passed away in a car accident" george said plainly. "oh i'm sorry" clay said feeling bad for the boy.

"it's fine. you never know what could happen" george said. there's been so many 'i'm sorry's' and george was sick of it.

but this 'i'm sorry', he allowed it. "oh i don't even know your name!" clay realized.

"i'm george" the brunette said looking at him. the tiny bit of golden made his eyes stand out.

"i'm clay!" he said cheerfully. "like in pottery?" george asked. clay laughed at his reference.

"yep. just like in pottery" he smiled. george felt a tiny bit better. "come here" clay smiled. he stood up holding his hand out waiting for george to take it.

george looked at him confused but went along with it.

clay helped him up and they walked over to the side of the cemetery where there were swings.

they had them there for whenever someone has little kids that are too much to handle while mourning.

"why are we over here. this is for kids" george complained. "oh come on. just sit on the swing" clay smiled as he sat down slightly swinging back and forth.

"this is scary. imagine seeing a little ghost girl or boy sitting here at night in a cemetery" george said cringing.

"oh don't make it sound scary now" clay laughed. "i'm just saying. you can't tell me you would book it" george said.

he was right, clay knew he would run so fast from it if he saw a ghost girl or boy on the swings.

"why do you care though?" george asked without thinking. "what do you mean?" clay asked looking at the boy.

"you don't even know me and you want to see if i was alright" george said kicking some rocks on the floor with his foot.

"because my flower shop isn't just for him or her for an anniversary. most of the time it's for a loved one that past" he explained.

"i've seen so many people walk into my store like everything was fine when i could tell they were choking on their own tears" clay said looking at the sun fall under the horizon.

"like you. you walked in there, looking for flowers and left. no emotion besides numbness on your face" clay said.

"look i know we may not know each other at all but you can spill everything onto me if you need someone. i bet alex would've wanted you to talk to someone" clay said.

george thought for a moment before looking at the blonde boy. "okay. my life sucks. i hate my job, i barely have any friends that i trust. and i live alone." george said. he was only doing this for alex.

"oh" clay said. he wasn't expecting that. "when alex died. i thought i would just stop stop working. stop eating. stop sleeping. just stop literally everything" george continued.

"but i knew alex gave me his all to help me dig my way out of the worst time of my life. i just didn't know that this is the worst time of my life. and now he's not there to help me get out" george said.

clay took a moment to realize that george had no one. "you don't have family that can help you?" clay asked.

"nah. they don't care enough for me. i moved from the uk to florida as a vacation for the summer but i liked it here better so i stayed. they didn't want me to leave but i'm old enough to make my own decisions. i always checked up on them until they told me they were disappointed that i left them" george said.

"oh i'm sorry" clay said. "please- please don't say sorry. i mean this in the nicest way possible. the only person that needs to feel sympathy for is alex. he worked so hard for everything he had and one drive home ruined it all" george said looking over where the tombstone laid.

"what color is my hoodie?" clay asked out of nowhere. "what?" george asked confused.

"what color is my hoodie?" clay asked again. "i don't know. yellow?" george hesitated.

"so you're colorblind. it's actually green" he smiled. "yeah i am  alex always messed around with me about it. he would point at something and if i got the color wrong he would tease me" george smiled.

the memories of alex would always be there. "well it's getting late and i should get back home." george said standing up. "yeah okay" clay said. they both walked to their cars opened the doors. "ill see you around" clay smiled.

"bye clay" george said waving goodbye. clay drove off first and the george drove after. except they both went different ends of the road.

the street lights were the only lights except for the very few car lights and lights in buildings.

george drove in silence as he made it to his house.

once he got home, he thought about everything he said to clay. he didn't feel a wave of regret either.

he thought it was probably because he was so numb.

he didn't feel the need to eat nor shower so he locked his front door while taking his shirt off as he walked up the stairs.

he sighed as he passed the room where him and alex would play minecraft together

"you are actually so bad at this game alex" george laughed. "shut up george. i'm going easy on you" alex defended himself. "sure you are" he laughed.

he made it to his room where he saw his bed as heaven. he sighed and crawled into it. he knew he was going back to alex's grave in a few days.

after a while, the people who take care of the cemetery would throw the flowers away because of bugs.

it was stupid but that's what happens when there's a lot of flowers in one area.

it was only 8:56 pm and george had nothing to do. he was tired yes but he couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.

he grained and got out of bed to go downstairs. he went to the laundry room to change his pants into sweats and not caring for a shirt.

he walked into the kitchen and looked at the stool that alex would sit in every morning at breakfast.

alex didn't even live with him, he was just always there.