Dear, George.

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March 22, 2021

In the state of eternal bliss, the male found himself lying on the ground. Flowers blooming vibrantly, skies seemed to be clear and breathing was relatively easy. As if the male was floating through each of the moments, he was light as a feather, but his thoughts were heavier than the universe.

Clay sat straight and contemplating as to where he is. Eventually standing up but feeling kind of light headed.

The male then saw the blurry figure once again, at the end of the cliff which seems like it was encircled by an ocean.

He hesitantly ran towards that blurry figure until he was close enough to distinguish that it was a person.

"We meet again Clay." the person said while facing the dandelions.

"Where are w-" Clay trailed off as he looks at the breathtaking view, walking closer to the edge and peering down at the ocean as wind blew.

"It's beautiful, isn't it." the person looked at the sun setting ahead of them.

"It is." the male says as he distanced himself from the other person, giving space to make the other comfortable.

As Clay reaches his left hand out to the sun that made the sky turn bright orange, ever so slowly like it was what he all wanted, peace. Yes, Clay longed for this warmth for so long.

Without knowing, a pen appeared on the male's left hand and a pad of paper on his right. Clay turned his gaze unto his hands and ponders as to why there's a pen and a paper.

"Make sure to remember it Clay." the other said with a monotone voice. "Make sure to write every moments of your life unto that paper, fill it until it has no pages left to write on."

Clay raised a brow, not knowing what it meant, but he kinda got the gist of each word.

"Maybe with this-." the other shook his head and, "No, i'm sure you'll get through." the person says as they began to fade.

Clay was seen with his eyes widening, gazing at the soft and bright particles of the other as they slowly began to dissipate into thin air.

The person turned and looked at Clay in the eyes, but all Clay saw was a blinding light that seemed to disrupt his vision.

"I love you Clay. You are my dream come true, but ending so soon." the other said as they float from the ground. "Take care of yourself my dear-." the person murmured at the last second and eventually fading into nothingness.

Clay was left alone in the cliff, staring at the sky, with his hands filled with pen and a pad of paper. Wondering as to who that person was, it felt so familiar to him, the voice, but nothing came to his mind.

As the male turned his gaze towards the scenery, he took a breath in and sighed as he was mesmerized by the breathtaking view, feeling the warmth brushing against his skin.

The ground suddenly became soft, making Clay sink in and descending into unknown with him having no control over his body.

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He was met with a bright light and he regained his control over his body, gently clasping his hands.

Clay unlocked his eyes wide open, gazed directly at his hands having the pad of paper and phone on the other.

This time he wasn't on that eternal bliss that he was on earlier, this is real, this isn't a dream.

The male softened his gaze as he looked at the picture on the phone. Clay stared at it for minutes until giggles were audible in the the room.