Dear, George.

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March 21, 2021

"Clay." a blurry figure stood in front of him.

"We'll meet once again right?" Clay said with a broken and distraught voice.

"If time allows it for the both of us Clay I-." the person cried, "It would be perfect, just the way I wanted it to be." they finished.

"No, no this is not true, tell me it's all a lie." Clay trying to catch his breath every time he speaks, "This can't be right, I love you so please, don't leave me." Clay cries in pain.

"How I wish this was all a lie Clay, how I wish I could spend eternity with you. How I wish I could touch your face day by day." the person inhales and exhales sharply in pain. "Oh how I wish Clay, to be right by your side, forever." they uncontrollably cried.

As the person walks away in front of Clay, he was out of himself, he didn't know what to do. All he could think was to reach out his hand to that person and he was met with a bright light.

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Chirping of birds could be heard outside the window, he could feel the sunlight hitting his face as he woke up.

Clay opens both of his eyes and the first thing he saw was George sleeping in front of him, he then realized he was crying while he was asleep.

"What was that dream? Who was it." Clay then wiped his tears. "I must be really drunk last night, even I ended up on someones home."

He sat up and gazed at George who was sleeping peacefully, the sunlight then hits George's face. Clay went straight to the window and closed the curtains.

Clay wondered around for a bit and noticed a darker shades of green and blue lamp, he then remembered every incident that had happened while he was drunk.

"Shoot, its not black, I must have gone crazy." he quietly said to himself.

His thoughts automatically tells him to go downstairs and prepare breakfast, but before going down, he looked at George.

"Good morning Mr. Colorblind."

While rummaging his hands through the ingredients, he ponders as to what would George's taste be like in terms of food. Couple minutes has passed and Clay decided to go for a simple breakfast.

Sounds of food being cooked was heard while Clay was so absorbed in doing it, he then was approached by a cat.

"Oh Good morning." he said as he looked at the cat.

"What would you like to eat for breakfast 'four legged creature'." Clay laughed as to how he called a cat like that.

Time passed by and the food was ready, Clay arranged the dishes properly and placed a spoon and a fork beside the plates.

The cat yawned at Clay and he carried it, "Are you still sleepy? 'small one'." the cat yawned back at him.

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George woke up by the scent that Clay has made downstairs. He opens his eyes and taps on his phone, "9am." he said as he got up slowly.