𝗺𝗰𝘆𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳,𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁]

dreamnap [angst/fluff] 🖤💛

they sit there, on the hard orange couch, with a women with a clip board and glasses. tears on the cups of everyone's eyes, not knowing how to go farther.

nick was shaking visibly, his arms on his knees pulling on his hair. shaking his head back in fourth. sitting there miserably.

and there was clay, he couldn't look the other in the face even if he wanted to. he was against this in the first place.

"nick, do you want to explain your part of the story?" a woman asked, opening the floor to him.

he turns to look at clay, "i'm i'm, i'm sorry. i really truly sorry. i didn't know what i was doing, i didn't know i was going to wasted that night. i didn't know karl was in love with me, that he used me, that he just wanted a quick fuck. i was under the influence, i should of never let karl come over that night. i know. but please you have to understand it wasn't me! and for you to go do the same thing back to me while sober just shows that you don't love me. because you would try if you loved me. you'd call karl over and beat his ass. but no. you waited until i went to the store, to fuck him on our couch, because you wanted to. i was basically raped don't you see that!" tears streamed down his face rapidly, his voice was cracking, his face was red, his knees were shaking, "why would you do that to me," he broke down into sobs. the therapist passing him tissues.

"and clay, how does it feel to hear that,"

and though clay didn't show it he was breaking inside. and although clay was clam he was screaming, "nick, i- you- i was broken okay, can't you understand that! after coming home to hear you sounds coming from the bed room. to see our alcohol all over the kitchen. to open the door to see you face fucking karl, my friend! fuck karl i know. what he did was wrong. i know that after this talk im heading to his house to beat the living shits out of him. george- you know how he is. how he pressured me. how he told he that you called him the night saying it was your best time ever. he kissed me first, he tried to break my heart even more. i know i was sober, but just like you i couldn't say no-"

"what do you mean you couldn't say no!" nick shouted at the other. "you did that with ever intention to hurt me! i was drunk, high off edibles. you knew it wouldn't hurt me!"

tears started to drip from his eyes to now, trying to wipe the away with his sleeve, "your right that's why i did it! i knew i'd hurt you, i wanted you to feel the pain the experienced. but you still forget that after i walked out on you guys, ten minutes later i walked back in. and i found you on the bed, beaten and tired. weak and hurting. who held your body over that toilet that night while you emptied your stomach. who kissed your tears away, told you, you were loved. cried to sleep with you. nick- i'm so sorry. i should have done what i did. i wish i didn't invite george that night and misjudge your situation with karl. but im tell you this, when i slept with him i felt nothing. it wasn't like with you. it would never be good like with you. i didn't make love with him, i had selfish sex with my best friend because i was hurt. i had no intention to hurt you pandas," full on crying, wiping his tears and someone caught his hand.

"we both made mistakes. which one was worst? i don't know. but all i can tell you is i still have love for you, i do love you clay," nick looked at him in his eyes, begging for reinsurance.

"and clay, what do you have to say to that? are you willing to fight for this? for loyalty and trust?"

clay put his hand on nicks cheek, and rubbed his thumb on the expanse of his cheek. his eyes softened. like in the anime shows where they finally discover love for the first time. nicks softened too, they pulled each other to a tight and firm hug.

and this hug was more than you think, i was a god given trust that reinforced their love. the loyalty that ran through their veins. a promise to each other that sew their broken hearts back together with a golden string called hope. because they have hope for this reality.

"nick, you are my soulmate. i could never lose you. i could never not come back and i can't run away either. i love you. of fucking course i want to try again," they pull away from the hug and rest their foreheads together.

"once you see each other's sides, and live each other's stories, you'll never atone to the pain they felt. you two have realized that the trust didn't break that it was challenged, and you won. stay winning. and i'll always be here in case that trust challenges you again," the woman said calmly.

they said the goodbyes and thanks and drove home.

they sit on their terence together. enjoying the wind as nick rested his head on clays chest, sharing a blunt back and fourth watching the sun set.

today they reclaimed their love and their lives.

only thing to do now is pay karl and george a little visit.

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who was worse dream or nick?