What A Wonderful Nightmare

Epilogue

George's POV

2 Years Later

George took in the cool breeze coming from the ocean. The water was calm today, and the sound of children playing echoed through the air. As George looked around, he reflected on the last two years. So much had happened, so much had changed. 

Two Months After The Move

"George, GEORGE!" Clay shouted, shaking the brunette awake.

Another nightmare. God, I thought they were going to get better after the move. This week has been hell.

"Th-thank you babe. I don't know why this week has bene so....tough." George felt his eyes tear up. He felt awful for burdening Clay after everything he had been through. 

Clay wrapped his arms around the frightened boy. "It's okay, we are working through it." Clay pondered for a moment. "I have an idea, why don't we take a walk?"

George blinked. "A walk? It's like three in the morning."

"Two Fifty Three to be exact. Come on, maybe some fresh air will help." Clay smiled, climbing off the bed and holding his hand out for George. Hesitantly, George placed his much smaller hand in Clay's.

The two sleepy boys walked out into the moonlight. A full moon shined down on them, illuminating their faces. The air was chilling from the storm that passed by during the day. Branches scattered across the grass from the harsh winds. George tightly squeezed his boyfriend's hand as the air spread goosebumps across his skin. 

"Let's go, I'll keep you warm." Clay reassured. George nodded in agreement.

The lovers began to travel the path leading to the water near their secluded cabin. Their home. The air got colder with every step, but the comfort of one another kept them warm. Soon, they reached the water. The blonde guided George over to a small bench the two had recently purchased, right on the edge of the water.

"That wasn't much of a walk. Couldn't we do this same thing inside? It's cold."

Clay rolled his eyes in response. "You're such a baby sometimes you know that?" 

Before George could rebuttal, Clay pulled his hoodie over his head and stood in front of George's cold body. "Arms up Georgie."  George did as told and Clay slipped his hoodie through George's arms and over his shivering body. Clay's hoodies were always so big on the brunette, giving him sweater paws and covering over half his body.

"Thank you Clay, now why are we here."

"I told you, the air might help. Also, I want to talk to you about a new strategy regarding your nightmares."

George sighed. "Lay it on me but these stupid nightmares are never gonna go away. We've tried so much already."

"Hey, with that attitude you're right. They won't. Not if you don't believe in a chance they will. Just hear me out. What if instead of writing what happens in the nightmare after you wake up, you start writing what you want to happen before you go to sleep. We can take five minutes before we sleep every night, and you can write as much or as little as you want. The good in your life. But, there's one other thing. Before you write down a single happy thing, write everything bad down. All the trauma, not in detail just bullets. Once you write it down, crumple up the paper and throw it away. Destroy the bad thoughts, then create the good ones on a fresh piece of paper." 

George stared out into the water, repeating the method in his head as he thought it over. "You really think it could work?"

Clay grabbed Georges hand from inside the oversized hoodie, placing it on his face and leaning into the comfort. "I really do."