I'll Never Forget

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TW's:
-A verbal fight (emotional abuse)

George's POV

At one point, I had walked in on a big fight between Clay and his parents. Clay told them that he didn't want to train even more, but when he was thirteen, they wanted him to train six times a week.

TW FIGHT (EMOTIONAL ABUSE)

I was walking to Clay's house, I was really happy. We had finally found a date where we could hang out and I was excited. I started running and opened the door, as I was greeted by screaming voices.

'YOU'RE JUST GOING TO TRAIN SIX TIMES A WEEK.'

I could hear Clay sobbing softly and walked a bit closer to the door and Clay was breathing loudly. 'I don't w-want to, I'm t-too tired.'

'YOU WANT TO BE A FOOTBALL STAR, RIGHT?'

'I d-don't, I h-have to,' Clay sobbed.

'YOU'RE GOING TO LISTEN TO US.'

'I'm s-sorry,' Clay whispered. 'I just w-want to s-see George.'

'WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO SEE HIM?'

'He's my friend, I l-love him.'

'Are you gay or something?'

'N-no.'

'Clay, friendships don't last forever anyway. A football career and a lot of money is way more important.'

I noticed Clay just gave up fighting against it and he sighed. 'George is coming over.'

His parents sighed and they walked downstairs, they seemed to be startled when they saw me standing here.

'Oh, George. Clay is upstairs.'

TW OVER

I didn't know if I should have commented on it so I quickly walked upstairs to comfort Clay. I opened his door after knocking softly on it and he laid down on his bed, curled up like a ball as he sobbed softly.

He looked up at me and smiled. 'Hi.'

'Hey, I heard them scream at you. Are you okay?'

Clay nodded. 'It's just a lot, but it's fine. I have to do this to become good.'

'You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, Clay.'

Clay shrugged and tapped his bed. I sat down next to him. Clay smiled at me and grabbed my hand. 'I'm glad you're here, we've seen each other so little.'

I nodded sadly. 'I wish it would be like the past, how we hung out every day.'

'I wish so too, but we still have our promise.'

I smiled and nodded. Clay looked at his drawer and opened it with a sweet smile on his face. "I made something yesterday night.'

'Night?'

'Yeah, that's the only time I have time for myself. I made two bracelets, one green one and one blue one.'

I smiled. 'That's cool, can I see it?'

'They are promise bracelets, we have to keep wearing them to keep our promise.'

I nodded and smiled. 'That sounds good.'

'Your favourite colour is blue, so I'll wear the blue one and you can wear the green one, if you want.'

'Sure.'

Clay smiled and gave me my bracelet, tying it around my wrist. I did the same to his bracelet and he smiled at me. 'I promise you to stay by your side, you're my soulmate and I never believed in anything more than that.'

I smiled and nodded. 'I promise you that too.'

Clay smiled. 'I'm sorry if I have less time for you, you know I still love you, right?'

I nodded and Clay rolled towards me, cupping my face. I giggled and Clay smiled, leaning in a bit. 'Just to make our promise even bigger,' he smiled and pressed his lips on mine.

We kissed more passionately than we had done before and Clay rolled on top of me, holding me tightly. We kept kissing longer than we had done before and after we broke the kiss, we both blushed brightly.

Clay giggled and kissed me shortly again, hugging me after.

We hugged the rest of the day, not knowing it would be our last kiss. Both Clay and I were wearing the bracelets 'till today, but a lot had changed.

Clay and I hung out with each other once a month, if I was lucky. Clay never kissed me again, he never brought up the subject anymore either. He was still wearing the bracelet, but he never paid attention to it.

I had tried grabbing his hand sometimes, but he always acted like he was busy and had to grab something else. I had often cried about it, not understanding why he didn't want to talk about it. He was only thinking about that stupid football of his.

He trained six to seven times a week and on his free day he slept all day. We only hung out when he didn't sleep for once. I didn't dare to ask him anymore, he barely answered my texts and he had gotten a special schedule at school for top athletes.

I was sad at how I just saw my best friend and my soulmate fading away more and more. I was losing him and I didn't know what to do against it. I just hoped he would stop training at one point and make time for me again.

Maybe I was just selfish, but I missed him. I thought about our kisses every day, mostly about our first and last one. I would pay thousands of dollars to kiss him again or at least to have him back as my friend, but I couldn't.

I stared at my phone in my hands and scrolled through all the texts I had sent him. He hadn't replied to any of them and that was pretty expected since he was training at the moment.

He wasn't even at my birthday party, I had told him he was free to walk in since my family came too, but he didn't. He wished me a happy birthday in the morning and went to training.

I laid back down onto my bed, imagining the times I had cuddled with Clay here, the times we kissed here. It hurt so bad, I loved him more than anything and for me he would always be my soulmate.

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Summary:
Clay's parents want Clay to train six times a week, but get mad if Clay argues against it.