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thirteen

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
- 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"Death. Such an interesting topic, don't you think?" Clay and George lay in the captivating darkness, the dauntingly void-like ceiling which hung above them every night.

"Wow, okay. Emo much?" Clay snickered, imagining the funny look that he'd be receiving (Which the other did indeed make, but could barely be seen in the dark.) Despite how shit the world is going to, there will always be that one person that completely makes it feel like you're living in a utopia.

It's not getting half as better as it was before. Basically the slow march to death that everyone had talked about at some point was slowly unfolding into reality. The unfortunate on the streets are dying in the dizzying heat, and almost everyone in the whole city had ran away to some other place that wasn't as hot yet. The neighbourhood was now nothing but just a series of abandoned houses, where humanity once flourished.

"How much longer are we going to stay here?" The curious query transformed the chestnut-haired boy's expression.

He frowned, pouting.

"I don't want to get out of bed now..."

Clay burst out laughing, tearing up a little at the intensity of it.

"No, George- that's not really what I meant, we can stay in this bed for as long as you feel like it. What I was trying to say was-

how long before we evacuate?"

Recommended song for this scene :)

'Home' by Tom Rosenthal (slowed)

The words rung like a church bell inside George's brain. An obvious future event, the escape, the point where this place of living no longer becomes safe, when the walls cave in, brightly ablaze. It's going to happen and it's coming, as fast as gunfire and as inevitable as death will ever be.

It was hard to muster up the courage to even think of leaving, especially a place with such memories made, but then he thinks of Clay. He reminisces about how his home had been pulled away from him, his loved ones that he held close to his heart, simply deteriorating, simply gone, all in a in a blink of an eye. He recalls his frequent nightmares, his countless sobs, the way his gaze wouldn't actually focus on anything in the room, that's when you'd know that he was trying to drain his feelings out.

The dirty-blonde awaits an answer, and George tries his best to say something, anything.

"Hey, it's okay, we could talk about it later. I didn't mean to put any stress on you-" Clay apologises, breaking the silence, but-

"We'll leave the day after tomorrow."

This way it'd give them a day full of closure. One last day of the chalk-white ceilings, long drooping curtains and soft carpets, the cool touch of the hardwood floors and the smooth sheen on every metal doorknob. The sweet taste of early morning tea and the petrichor seeping through his open windows after it'd rain, the time to enjoy the little things like these were slowly starting to expire.

Both men loved deep conversations like these, but this time it felt... different.

Is this what life really feels like? Though a plethora of changes and the way that time runs like the sand in an hourglass; This was making decisions. This was planning out the future.

"You know, sometimes I wish we had known eachother before... well, all this." Clay says, in a way where you couldn't determine if it was positive or negative because it sounded so monotone.

The brunette doesn't reply. He just begins to cry, occasionally sniffling.

"I love you, so fucking much that I never want to let you go." He finally answers. His boyfriend wipes away the tears with his thumb.

The sun had slowly started to appear in the horizon, illuminating the sky with an astonishing mixture of oranges and crimsons. Then George remembers something.

"I was meaning to give you some letter a while back in the hospital, but I never got to give it to you. It's long gone." He randomly blurts out with an audible frown.

"If it's not too much to ask, could you tell me more about it? If you could remember anything at all?" Clay responds surprised, the corners of his mouth tugging slightly upwards.

"I can still remember it word by word." George tilts his head away, blushing; He starts.

"Clay,

I've been planning to put these thoughts into words for well, quite a while now. I know that this world is out for our blood, and every single day it gets more difficult to just exist. But what we have, I think is quite special. I've had friends and family come and go. But out of everyone that's stayed, I have come to find out that I've liked you from the beginning, and from our time of knowing eachother I don't want you to feel alone ever again.

I can't bring myself to stop loving you, and if anything, all I'd ever want is for you to be happy even if you didn't return these feelings with me.

All my love,
George."

Clay look𝚜 at him, face completely lit up.

"You really planned and wrote that, all for me?"

"Y-You're so full of yourself, idiot."
The brown eyed boy covers his face, completely flustered.

But he is met with a small kiss on the head.

And thus, a small ray of sun had hit the bedroom walls. Morning was right there in front of them.

George feels Clay's fingers intertwine with his.

"Everything is going to be okay. I'll make sure it does."

But he was unsure that what Clay was promising was a promise that he was able to keep.

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𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜!! 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 :') 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 :)

(𝙿.𝚂 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚢 '𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖' 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝?
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.)

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