My Love//Gream/DNF//

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WARNING- ARGBUR!

It was another one of those nights for Clay, of staying awake thinking, it was mostly about George, his heart raced rapidly, of what happened earlier as he was holding George tight and he was holding him vise versa.

he felt so guilty of these feelings for the British male, especially after he just broke up with Fundy, but...... he knew he had no Love FOR Fundy anymore.... it was a weird feeling of lost and found for Clay, he lost Fundy but gained George.

he sighed and rolled over and sat up on his bed, he was bored, he needed to do something to get his mind off his adorable roommate, he got up and threw on his blue hoodie and black basketball shorts.

He opened his door and quietly made his way to the bathroom, switching on the light then rolled up his sleeves, he wondered how long it was going to take him to tell people about this?

He nearly almost told George until he stopped him, he sighed, as he stared at the red bumps on his wrist, there was more than just these scars, there was a few spots on his right leg and another around his upper left thigh, and another on his back.

The memory of how he got these scars, weren't as you would say Traumatic, he loved them, it gave him a sense of pride to know he survived that horrible excuse of a household.

But for right now he needed to vent to someone, someone who wouldn't judge him, someone who wouldn't make fun of him, and who would relate to his problems.

He turned off the sink after washing his hands, and sighed.

He was going to talk to them and hopefully he make a sense to his feelings for George.

He hoped he made the right decision talking to this person, and he knew exactly where he would be.

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Clay made his way to the roof as he followed the sound of the guitar strings being played.

He didn't know Wilbur was going to be here also, but the more the merrier.

As he walked closer he saw the 6'5 brown haired boy, wearing his glasses with a cigarette in his mouth, holding his guitar.

Clay frowned and approached him, as he finally saw the person he wanted to talk to.

Technoblade.

He sat down next to Wilbur and sighed.

"Afternoon mate, How are you?" Wilbur asked calmly.

"Afternoon.....Wilbur? Or William tonight?" Clay asked.

"William" Will replied, taking the cig out his mouth.

Wilbur has Dissociative identity disorder, it's a disorder characterised by the presence of two or more distinct personality states.

Dissociative identity disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder, is usually a reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories.

For Will's case it is between Wilbur and William, Wilbur is more impulsive, Happy and out there, while William is more calm and collected but more depressed, the difference between the two is usually the glasses but it is respectful to ask him which one is which.

Wilbur/William has never talked about what horrible thing had happen to him and he wouldn't tell them, the only person he has told was Phil and Tommy, Tommy was a bit weird since he found out but both William and Wilbur turned really protective over Tommy, Clay wasn't jealous he swears, though Will and him were only rooftop friends, they had some sort of trust for one another.