Made of clay

Epilogue

Two months later

George pov:

"So a lot happened in the last year for me, I got a boyfriend who beat up my dad and ended up in a coma, said boyfriends ex stopped me from seeing him and I made out with his best friend. When my boyfriend woke up we had an argument and I genuinely almost killed myself so that was... shit.

Despite all of that I still couldn't have asked for a better year, it's been filled with a lot of drama sure but the yeas has also been the best of my life, I'm finally free from my parents who I didn't even know had trapped me in their own little cocoon, I've made friends this year. Really good friends who will help me through everything and have done so far, I'm living with them now so I'm also becoming more independent and my boyfriend also moved in with me and although two months ago I didn't want to do this I'm glad I did, it's really been helping me so thanks doc"

After that 'event' from two months ago clay convinced me that it was probably best to speak to someone about it, someone unbiased who wasn't him. I did however say I would only go if he moved in with me, and he didn't even hesitate "I'm glad you see it that way George. It's always good to open up, and you've made incredible progress since the start of these sessions, do you remember how shy you were?" He asks and I meekly nod slightly smiling at the memory of me first walking into this office waiting anxiously for one of us to make the first move "but now you're willing to go through the details of your life with me, and I can safely say that this will be the last session you have, as I don't think you need this anymore" he smiles "really doc! Thank you" I shout maybe a little too excited "don't sound too happy it sounds like you won't miss me" he jokes causing us both to laugh.

I leave the office and see clay waiting for me in the parking lot "dream!" I shout as I run up to him hugging him tightly "you ok Georgie you seem overly excited after a session" he asks "doc said I don't need to go anymore" clay looks at me and smiles "well done Georgie I knew you could do it" he winks leading me into his car and doing my seatbelt for me "I'm not a kid y'no" I moan "safety first baby" he coo's.

The drive home was in a peaceful silence, making me think of my future somehow, and in every possible memory dream is with me, always by my side. The perfect fantasy, and it's possible, so possible that it's actually happening.