Since it happened (Dnf)

1 week since it happened

Feeling completely broken and empty on the inside is not something enjoyable. It felt like the entire world was crumbling. It felt like wanting to die but not being able to. It felt like nothingness but at the same time hurt so damn bad.

Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of false hope. The feeling of getting your hopes up only to be let down. The feeling of thinking everything's going to be ok and just when you let your walls down the world reminds you just why you put them up.

Nothing could compare to the feeling George was feeling right now. Emptiness. Nothing mattered but Clay. Nothing had mattered for over an entire year, but Clay

And now all of a sudden he was being taken away from him. The world couldn't even have done it kindly.

It could've just ripped the bandaid off and taken him from him. No. They had to take part of him first. Just to be reminded he is never coming back.

George was at a loss. He didn't know if he should give up or keep fighting. Everything he did was for Clay. He wanted to keep trying for Clay. He wanted Clay to be proud of him.

But would he be proud of what was happening right now? Would he be proud of George curled up in the bathroom floor screaming at the world.

Probably not.

Did George care? Not one bit.

And so he will continue to lay there until eventually a reason to get up shows itself.

But there will never be a reason to get up. Not until Clay comes back.

Which he was supposed to today.

But he didn't.

Today marked one week and one day since it happened. One week and one day since he was told that Clay should only be out for seven days.

Today was the eighth day. And still Clay stayed unconscious. Unable to move or speak. Unable to hug George. Unable to kiss him and love just like he used to.

How could George continue to hope that it would be ok when Clay isn't awake.

Why would they get his hopes up when he wasn't ever gonna wake up

George couldn't understand.

So he stays lying on the ground listening to his ringtone ring endlessly while not answering it.

It's just Sap.

He's worried again. He knew Clay was supposed to way you yesterday and didn't. And he know George was taking it hard. He also probably knew how secluded George gets when he's upset. And so he knew what he had to do.

George was sobbing his eyes out until he suddenly heard a loud knock on the door.

Not the bathroom door. The front door.

Who would be here at three in the morning on a Wednesday?

"George?"

Sapnap. That's who.

George didn't respond. He just sat there shaking not moving until Sapnap came inside anyways.

"George where are you?" Sapnap called and once again George didn't answer.

At least now his phone would stop ringing.

"George?" Sapnap finally made his way into the bathroom and what he saw shattered his heart.

There was George sitting in the floor, eyes red and puffy, crying into Clays hoody.

"Oh Georgie," Sapnap said softly as he made his way over to his best friend, wrapping his arms around him.