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24- The End Of Pain

I'm doing it

I'm done with waiting

I waited long enough

It never went away

So I'm done

I'm doing it

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George gently patted down on the dirt. Grass already started to grow over it.

George smiled to hisself, standing up and looking out over the sunset. It was a beautiful rainbow.

Faded red, bland orange, barely yellow, faded lime, pretty blue, and bland purple.

Clay stood up with George, standing beside him. The sky really was beautiful. He knew what George was going to do, and he didn't want him to do it, but another part of him wanted to be able to love George again.

George looked down at the white sign and smiled, sitting down.

"Let me tell you a story," he said, looking into the distance.

"When I was a kid, there was a boy. He meant everything to me. He was there for me. He loved me. Similar to how you do for me, except you love my in a different way," George smiled, looking down at the dirt.

"He was there for my childhood. But he passed a long time ago. He used to always tell me that he loved me. I miss him, but not as much as I miss you."

I patted and dirt again and smiled softly.

"One day, we where walking around the park, waiting for my uncle, Phil, I told you about him. Some lady tried to take me. She grabbed my arm and started pulling me. The boy grabbed my other arm and tugged me to him. The lady finally gave up and ran off, and he pulled my close to his chest, protecting me. Kind of similar to how you protect me, huh?"

Clay laid his hand on top of George's and looked him in the eyes, smiling softly.

"I really miss you," he whispered, looking away into the meadow. The flowers blossomed and bloomed.

"I'll see you soon.." he whispered again.

He stood up and looked over the cliff. It was still only sunset. George smiled to himself and inhaled deeply. The fresh smell of flowers and grass entered his nose.

The smell of smoke and the feel of fire reentered his head. He hated the sirens that blared, or the boys that called out for them.

He smiled, remembering the night they first kissed. It was like a dream come true. He wanted more.

Then around the campfire, when they made it official. That was heaven to George.

He smiled, knowing he could do it. He wanted to see Clay again. He wanted to be able to hold him. Comfort him in any way possible. Kiss him. Anything they could do was fine with George.

George wished they never entered that valley. They never meant through the mountains. Everything would be fine. But what happened had to happen. He had to remember those words.

What happened had to happen.

He took one last glance to the sign, smiling softly towards the piece of painted, carver wood.

"I'll see you soon..I love you."

Clay didn't move from his position on the dirt of his grave. He closed his eyes tightly and inhaled, ready for whatever would come next.

George smiled and took a few steps back, then ran forward, jumping straight off the cliff, into the night sky.

He was now one with the stars.

He was finally going to see Clay, Dream, Siopl, and everyone he loved.

Fin.

Sometimes people say they see what they believe, but seeing isn't always believing. Seeing is what is your truth. What you witness. Love is Seeing. Don't try and hide it by hurting the ones you love, making them think you don't love them. Show them love. Let them see that your really do love them.

Thank you for reading <3

Seeing
By: KamilaXshoshiE
Inspired by: Matter of Time & Actions and Consequences