''I don't want to die mad at you anymore, or miserable because you're no longer here.''
Clay felt heavy, tired. Looking up, he could see Justin sitting there on the grass, He looks back at the grave. ''At least I'm not spending my last day alone, yet I don't think you'd believe me Hannah if I told you who Clay Jensen is spending his last day with?''
Clay scoffed under his breath.
''Justin Fucking Foley.''
Rubbing his hands against the denim material of his jeans, Clay let his shoulders fall.
''Well, if you were here, you'd probably talk me out of it, I mean, it was sort of a choice I made so... It sort of freaks me out, like, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me because I swear just a few years ago, I hated him.''
''I mean, I don't know if I hated him before last night, I mean... I guess grudges fade after time, but...'' Clay paused to think. ''I don't know, Now? I feel like there's more to this than I thought.''
''I don't know, at first I wanted to like... Bail on him, I wanted to like, not spend my entire day with the asshole that tried to kill me, but there's something weird about it,'' He sighed. God, was he really talking to a grave, right now? ''I can't seem to let him go.''
''I don't know what's wrong with me, I feel like I care about him, or something, I don't know what to call it, we were never exactly friends, and he's like a stranger, I mean, he's not the same person as he was back at Liberty, Hannah,'' Clay rambled on about whatever spiraled in his mind. ''The way he looks at me sometimes, I just... I don't know, it makes me feel strange, it's...''
''There is something so wrong with me.''
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When It's Cold I'd Like To Die
FanfictionOn June 10th, Justin Foley and Clay Jensen receive a call, delivering the bad news to them. They're going to die that day, in the next twenty-four hours. They both have different plans on spending their last day alive, yet they still manage to accid...
