𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 - dream x reader

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when you find this, just know i will wait as long as i can to see you.

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After I had escaped class I did everything I could to find Clay but he was no where. I had just assumed he went to class which was good because he had gathered himself enough to go in a public setting, but I just hoped I didn't hurt him.

That was until I saw him walking around a corner. I had heard footsteps approaching and looked up, and there he was. Hands in his hoodie pockets, back slouched and looking down. He was upset, and it was my fault. I didn't know what to do, "Clay?" I spoke up timidly. He stopped and looked up.

We just stayed like that, staring at one another. I see his eyes widen in surprise, but then rest. His tension relieves itself.. He lifted his arms up, offering a hug. I ran to him immediately and embraced him. I hear a slight whimper, and Clay jersey ever so slightly, then I felt his tears roll onto my shoulder as his tall frame engulfed me, "It's okay Clay, I'm right here." I rub his back gently.

We held each other like that until the bell rang and students flooded the halls. It wasn't long in reality, maybe like 3-5 minutes, but it felt like hours. We let go of one another and began walking towards, well no where. No destination yet. He simply brushed my hand, and I took my hand is his. He squeezed back as approval, and we walked.

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Clay

I had decided we would go to the daisy field. I know she probably thinks she did something wrong, but she didn't. It's my fault. Why'd I get myself into this mess. I should've gone home when I left that class but I couldn't. I need her. I have to be selfish, I just have to. That's it, I'm never going to go home again. I can be here for her in human life too, right?

We were walking up the hill and the daisies came into view, our hands still entangled in one another. Once we found our spot we both sat, but this time leant up against the tree, her head was in my lap, looking up at the evening clouds. My hands in her hair, I tried to refrain from staring at every little perfectly imperfect feature about her.

"Who do you love most in the world?"

She speaks up, I'm taken aback by the question and stop fiddling with her hair for just a moment, but then gather myself and go back to what I was doing, "A girl who I can't be with." I say softly.

She tears her vision from the clouds to look at me then gives me an understanding smile, I look down at her and respond, "What about you?"

Your mother.

"A women I can't be with. My mother."

"What do you mean by that?"

She got sick.

"She contracted Leukemia and passed when I was 7."

My heart sinks.

"That's... rough. I'm so sorry y/n."

My face fell into a frown, she looked back up to the sky, but I continued to look her into her eyes. I had heard that sentence so many times before, but her saying it directly to me was different. It left a pit in my stomach. I ached at her lose. That day... that night, I would never forget. Especially now.

"Who's your girl? I think she would be upset if she saw the two of us right now." She smirks.

I blush and look away from her, I try to look at anything but her. A smile creeps onto my face a I bite my lip. I searched for words, but there was nothing, "She um... she's..."

"Complicated?"

I chuckle and look back down to her, only to find she's staring right back at me, I nod my head, "Something like that." And we sit there. Admiring one another. Her lips curl into a smirk, "What?"

"Nothing."

I look away and release my hands from her hair. She sits up to get on my eye level, "No seriously, what? You have a stupid look on your face."

I let out a single laugh, "I said nothing. And this?" I draw a circle around my face it the air with my pointer finger, "This is just my face."

She rolls her eyes and scoots closer to me and takes my hand, "Clay. If you need to talk about her, I'm here."

I look down at her touch. The back to her, blushing ever so slightly. I let go of her hand. I'm committed now. I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, "You sure you want to know?"

She bites her tongue, and I see her cheeks tint an ever so slightly pink shade. But she nods her head. As if she knows what I'm going to say. Then lifts her hand to hold mind as I cup her face.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

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