Heartbeat // dreamnotfound

6- Soulmates

Clay Pov
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Clay couldn't sleep that night.

His eyelids felt heavy as stone, but his not so pleasant thoughts were stubborn. They just wouldn't leave him be.

Why was he acting like this? He needed to focus on making this union work- and that only. Why make things complicated by getting himself into other relations that would just take away his focus from what was important?

And the question that imprinted his mind the most- why wouldn't this prince he barely just met leave his mind?

He was always excited to meet people his own age, but it never lasted. And now, when he needed to save all his energy for the girl he was to marry, his mind was too caught up on asking himself questions about that boy.

When Clay had his mind set on something, it was hard for him not to follow through. Usually, it was a good quality. He could be determined and good at making decisions. But this wasn't exactly his decision, and still he knew he'd have to get answers or he'd just spend his life wondering.

He knew the best thing to do was probably to just give in, and try to make the best out of the situation. He could still accompany the princess to events whilst getting to know George on his free time. She was a lovely girl, there was no doubt about that.

But sometimes when you meet a certain person, something clicks. It's unexplainable, out of our control. The universe knows you belong together, even before you've even had the time to think about it. But you can't get them out of your head, and when you do get to know each other's hearts, it's the most found connection of them all.

It's what we call, a soulmate.

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The wind ruffling his hair, the sun warming his cold skin. The grass soft under his body.

How did he even get here?

The memories were blurry, as if he'd been dreaming... but he couldn't remember what it was.

His vision was a little blurry as well and he couldn't really get his gaze to focus. But looking to his side he found a sleeping George laying next to him, with a weird shimmer over his peaceful features.

The place had a strange haze all over and the drowsy feeling wouldn't leave Clay's body. It made him dizzy when trying to sit up, so he just chose to stay down.

From what he could distinguish it was a field covered in endless rows of flowers and a few trees in the distance, with a grayish color from the haze.

Tiny flower petals flew by with the wind, disappearing in the haze when traveling too far.

He'd never been here before, that was for sure.

Still, he felt as if he belonged here. As if it was his home.

Clay observed the man beside him. His closed eyes with long lashes fluttering in the wind, his brown hair laying flat against the ground. His cute extra redness over his lips. Something he noticed during their first encounter.

For some reason, in this world, he was no longer a stranger. It was as if they'd been friends for years. It no longer felt like they'd only had one real conversation.

Therefore, he slowly reached out a hand and ruffled the boy's hair. Playing with it gently.

George smiled vaguely, twisting himself a bit. Clay noticed how they were both in very casual clothing, not at all what they were entitled to wear back at the castle. A sense of freedom filled his senses, and he wished he could stay here forever.

He then noticed how their hands were tangled in a tight grip, and it felt so natural. Neither strange nor inappropriate, just as if they'd done it a million times before. He quite enjoyed the sensation of being connected to the boy in that way- not only mentally but physically as well.

Slowly, George opened his eyes. Not looking back up at Clay as expected, just at the ground picking the grass with his free hand, smiling at the feeling of Clay's fingers against his hair.

After a while, he finally turned his gaze back up to Clay, who was admiring the boy in all his beauty.

They laid like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company, regarding the fondness and connection between their comfortable gaze.

Suddenly, George tightened his grip around Clay's hand and stood up- bringing the boy with him. He led him towards the distance, forcing Clay to blindly follow him through the fog. For whatever reason, he didn't ask were they were going. He trusted his George.

Suddenly, George stopped and looked at Clay. Without a word, he leaned closer until their faces were almost touching. Clay didn't move.

He then connected their lips for a brief moment, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. And in this weird alter reality- it was.

Therefore, Clay didn't protest. He cherished the touch of the boy he loved, without shame.

He felt as though he had the world.

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Clay's eyes flew wide open and he sat up in his bed. Staring blankly into space.

WHAT?

WHY?

MY GEORGE?

WHAT??

Clay's brain wouldn't cooperate. He just dreamed about a beyond forbidden thing about someone he didn't even know. What was wrong with him?

Not only did he dream about something beyond friendship, but about a connection and love between him and this man he just met.

He'd surely go to hell for this. That was it, he was done. He couldn't even do the one thing he was responsible for without screwing everything up. Of course.

How was he supposed to be a good husband when he thought about stuff like this? He'd never be able to live with knowing his conscience was plagued with thoughts like these.

Maybe he was making a big deal out of something small, but what if this wouldn't be the only time he thought of these things? He couldn't help but wondering if the dream had some kind of underlying truth it, even though that of course would be absolutely inapprehensible and just ridiculous.

He was supposed to be here for several months and had already encouraged the fact to get to know that boy. And he had a feeling they'd easily make good friends, even from the little communication they had had. Before that seemed like a good thing, now he wasn't so sure. The effects from a dream often tended to last a long time when they were about a certain person, no matter what kind of relationship he had with them. Which in this case would be very awkward indeed. He'd feel so disgusted of himself when looking at the boy. Great.

He started pacing around the room and decided to go out in the hallway to refresh his screwed up mind. He just needed to think for a bit, and he'd realize it was fine. Hopefully.

It's okay. It was just a dream. It will pass. It's not like that was my true feelings. I only dreamed that because he was the last person I talked to. Come on, I don't even know the guy.

And maybe Clay was right. Those weren't his true feelings- yet.

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Things are getting interesting theheehhe

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