butterflies - dnf

Chapter 7 | Numb heart

TW: Suffering and angst

The phone rang on the side of George's bed. He laid there, in the dark under the covers. 

Clay had called him for the third time today, worried.

It had been 3 days since the passing of his mother. George wasn't sure how to take it. He was disbelieved and numb. 

A couple of minutes later, sounds of a door could be heard, opening. 

He slightly pulled the covers under his chin to peek. 

"George?" Clay called from the bottom of the stairs. 

He shoved his head back under the covers, hoping he would go away. Maybe if he was silent and still, Clay wouldn't find him. 

Clay walked into his room, stood still in front of the bed. 

"George.." He looked around the room, tissues were cluttered all over his room, clothes were scattered and his room was dark. The only light that would peer through was from the crack of the blinds. 

George continued to be frozen. 

"George." leaning over, he gripped the sheets, pulling them off his face. His face revealed red puffy eyes and tears rolling down his cheek. He covered his face and started to sob while Clay held him in his arms. 

"Its okay, its okay.." Clay ran his fingers through the one's hair, comforting him. 

His cries became heavier, gripping onto Clay. 

After a good cry, George calmed down. 

"What happened? You don't have to answer if-" 

"My mother passed away 3 days ago." He rubbed his eyes, holding back tears. 

Clay was in deep sorrow for George. 

"I'm so so sorry-" 

"Don't." 

He wrapped his arms around his knees, hugging himself tightly. Clay placed  a hand on his back, rubbing it. 

Clay felt awful. He wanted to do so much to make it better but he knew that if he were to do that, everything would go wrong.  

Clay made him some food, he told him that he ate (he lied) but Clay wasn't convinced. He made George pancakes with a little bit of syrup since he didn't like to much sweetness. 

"Come down love, I made you pancakes." He gently yells from the kitchen, placing the plate of pancakes. 

George groaned and slumped down the stairs. 

"Clay, i'm not hungry." 

"Yeah, yeah." Clay wasn't listening to him and continued to place a knife and fork beside the plate of pancakes.  

The sad boy sat down in the chair, Clay pecked a kiss on Georges forehead and decided to cook himself some pancakes. 

"Thank you." He mumbled with food inside his mouth. Clay scuffed, smiling. 

They both ate and finished the pancakes, full. 

"I'm gonna stay with you overnight if that's alright with you, i'm worried about you and I don't want you to suffer." He cradled George in his arms, watching the tv, cuddling. 

George slightly nodded, dozing off into his arms. 

Clay looked at the sleepy boy's face, smiling wide. He embraced him more, taking a deep breath and exhaling in relief.