Statues In Time-DNF

Pt 2 Ch 4

Clay's POV
Death is fucking scary.
Okay I know that's obvious I mean, no shit death is scary but that never really hits you until someone you love dies. It's the realization that this person is gone.
Gone.
You're never gonna hear their laugh again.
You're never gonna make them smile again.
They're never gonna touch you or hold you again.

Death is fucking scary.

I'm so connected to other people that they're literally a part of me. I see it everyday in my little mannerisms i pick up from them and my reactions and my ideas and whatever else, and then those people who are so much of my sense of self will just never be there again. I'll be left carrying their impact on me forever but i can't ever show it to them. So much of me is other people.
My life has been a... needless to say, long one. I've seen practically everyone I've ever built a connection with die. George was a whole different type of devastation though. George was the feeling of everything around me stilling in the moment he stilled in his death bed. I spent centuries in a blank state of withdrawal. He was my world.
My world died.
And it was fucking scary.

Author's Note
Sorry for the late (very very very late) update, I've been traveling but I suddenly felt an insane surge of inspiration so here we are. Love you guys and thank you to everyone who's stuck around with this story <3
- Concernedsoup