Two-steps away // based on dnf

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My legs were tired. I kept seeing a black van while running. It kept following and following me. Until it stopped. I had no idea where it went. I rested my legs for along while I'm the side of the road. "Ahh-" someone grabbed me from behind and took me into an alleyway.

"Hello son." He threw me down on the floor.

"D-dad?!" Dream was right. He didn't lie. "H-howd you escape?"

"That doesn't matter right now. All I need to know is where your boyfriend is." He had a small smirk on his face.

"We broke up. Don't hurt him please if anything do that to me."

"Oh son, that's not how it works. Even if he broke up with you, I'm still going to kill him."

"Your crazy asshole."

"Your gonna be sitting right there when I do it to." He laughed.

"Your gonna know the pain, and suffering of someone you have lost. Then I will turn myself in, and you will never have to deal with me again." I felt shook. Why was my life like this? I hated every part of it. My heart started beating fast. I ran. I couldn't take it. I'm just a stupid weakling, being used for my body. I got used by the one I loved most who said they would never hurt me. I can't stand up for myself ever.

"George!" My father ran after me but I ran faster. My lungs felt cold. No oxygen could get in. Until,

Trip.

"D-dream?" I sat up.

"George! I was looking for you. What are you doing all the way over here?.."

"I-" That's when my life flashed, I saw beautiful colors in that moment. I wanted it to be over but it wasn't.
"George?! I told you not run!..."

"Wait george! No no..." I heard the beautiful blonde whisper to himself. "You asshole!"

Clay was screaming and shouting as my dad ran. There was enormous amounts of blood on his hands that day. I was slightly still breathing when I saw red and blue lights. He sat in the ambulance with me holding my hands.

"I love you George! Please stay with me. Please George.."he sobbed into a sentence, "I'm sorry." that was the last words I heard from clay. I loved him I truly did. I could no longer be hurt. I will be free from going forward. All the pain and suffering I have been put through. Finally it's all over. My father hurt me the least. I learned to grow over him and take accountability. Now he's in prison, until the day he dies. Treason with murder, manipulation, guilt tripped, abuse, threatening, and much more. Clay hurt me the most out of all the people. He showed me how to love..then he broke it. I remember the day we first met. How it all started. No, I do not take it back, I do not regret any moment of it. It's how I got here today. It taught me that love is fragile and you can break it in so many ways. We can never truly love someone, because it will break anyways. Clay Davidson is what he came to be known as. He really did love me but couldn't show it in the best ways. I saw him cry each night, every morning. Until he couldn't anymore. He lived on his own for the rest of his life. Clay Davison always visited where I was buried, on my birthday, even on the day I died. He now sits on his chair wondering what could have happened if he would of took that bullet that was meant to be his.

Now I lay buried, underneath the ground watching from above.

Now I stand seeing him being buried, watching from afar. It was suppose to be me. I will never forget that. "Clay, you doing alright?"

"Yeah I'll be fine. How about you?" I said.

"I think I'll be alright" sapnap smiled. He was seconds away from breaking down, I knew he couldn't take it. 

Everyone was here. I guess George was loved. He certainly was, even if it wasn't his parents. I saw delly crying into my mom arms. Now she had no family left but us. Her brother was the only one that loved her. Now he was gone. He was the only one I loved as something more than just family or a friend. George was something different and that's what I loved about him. Not his body, or the way he looked. The way he just reacted to me, and how I was. Oh god I miss him. I miss him so much. I never got to tell him what happened that day. What happened when I did that without his consent. He'll never know why I did that. Or what the explanation is. He probably thinks I used him this entire time. I love George. No, I love George Henry Davidson. I am Clay Davidson. His husband, that wanted a better life for him. I walked away from his burial ground, as his cassette was being lifted into the ground. Many were crying but I never looked back. All I heard were the sorrow of the people. That was the last time anyone saw me. My family never saw me again after George's death. It was said that I had gone missing. Maybe even killed myself, even if the body was never found. I now sit in the same house where me and George had the worst memories. So, now I can look back at myself and think, if only. What would have happened if I had done something different? For now though George Davidson and I will always be two-steps away. As we always were.

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Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing. I think I will write another one explaining about what Dream was talking about but it will be awhile cause I'm starting another book. Also sorry about the terrible grammar I might go back and fix that. !! Love you all<33
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