walks // dreamnotfound

~7~

Clays pov

I admire George as he squint his eyes at the tv, "do you have something wrong with your eyes?" I ask, he looks at me, "I don't have the best eyesight" he shrugs.

"Do you have glasses?" I ask, he nods, "I only need them for like reading and like that sort of stuff" he says.

I pull out my phone and open my camera, I take a picture of George as he brings his knees to his chest and hugs his knees, "did you seriously just take a picture of me?" He laughs looking at my phone then me, "maybe" I laugh.

"Do you live at your parents?" I ask, "yeah, I actually did move in with my boyfriend for a while, then we broke up so I was just kinda forced to move back in with my parents" he explains, "how long were you with your ex?" I ask, "2 years" he answers.

"God, what happened?" I ask, "he cheated on me" George answers, "I'm sorry" I say, he seems unbothered.

"He was an asshole, we argued a lot, he would get so mad because I didn't do like the dishes or some shit like that, normally ending in him either hitting me or leaving the house and not coming back for a week" he says.

"When he came back he acted like nothing happened only for it to happen the next day" he adds.

"I'm so sorry, you don't deserve that" clay whispers.

"I'd like to think a didn't" he whispers, "but it still happens now" he says, "what do you mean?" I asks sitting up.

"Nothing, I'm being ridiculous" he says getting up, "george" I grab his hand, "you can talk to me" I whisper, he stares down at me.

"I don't even know you" he whispers.

It hurt a little.

He pulls his hand from me and grabs his stuff then leaves the house.

Leaving me only to imagine what happens to him in his parents house.

George's pov

Something tells me to walk back in clays house knowing I'd have to go home if I didn't, but I can't.

I can't because I've probably just ruined everything.

Tears escape my eye as I walk down the footpath and down the street.

Why did I do that?

I'm so stupid?

I can only see clays expression change to hurt as I said I didn't know him.

Guilt.

I'm such an idiot.

The cold rain drenching my hair as I make my way to the river bank ahead of me.

I then run to it, I climb over the back then make my way down the rocks and to a rock the I sit on and hang my feet over the water of the dark River, the river is moving quickly and will probably flood soon if it rains enough the next couple of days.