Blue High || DNF || DREAMNOTFOUND

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About a week since the stingray incident, and clay was starting to feel awful.

He could hardly get out of bed this morning, his legs ache and that's a feeling he never thought he would have before. Even without the tail, he was starting to feel the pain from when he got stabbed. Without his trident, with that wound in his tail festering, he was falling off the edge he was struggling to hold on to.

He hadn't seen George since the other day when he went to the kingdom. The man had stopped watching the blonde from his window. At this point he had entirely given up on clay.

The blonde kept going into the sanctuary, since it was a job now, he had a commitment to be there. He did what he had to and left, no longer hanging a round anymore because all that happened was the other workers would stare at him and ignore anything he said.

Honestly he didn't know why they were being so weird, he had the same emotions and all as humans but it was so much different. There was so much more and less trust in each other, a different thought process that he had to understand at some point.

So that's what he was trying to do right now. He was trying to understand why they were ignoring him. The only thing that really happened was the fact that he saved the stingrays. They should have thanked him for it, they should have been grateful that the stingrays were still alive.

But instead clay was getting bashed, ignored and treated cruelly because of it. Truth be told he also didn't know why the stingrays reacted that way. No animal had ever done that to him, he thought that maybe they knew what had happened and knew that he would save them.

But they were still animals.

He stood in the sanctuary, a bunch of the guys were about to go out on a trip to one of the local cliffs. It overlooked the ocean, overlooked a massive reef and today the water was supposed to be really clear.

Clay wanted to go, he wanted to see the reef from the land, but he knew damn well that there was no way he was getting invited.

Hey clay. George spoke in a slow voice, Clay was able to pick up on some awkwardness, almost sorrow from him.

Hi. The blonde gave a simple response, he was feeding the seals right now so he simply stood on the side of the tank as they swam around.

How are you? George was trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

I'm alright. That was a complete and utter lie.

That's good. George felt ignored, for some reason he felt like how he had been treating clay was reflecting back at him right now.

Do you want to come with us? George approached the blonde closer, standing shoulder to shoulder as they now both threw fish into the tank.

To the cliffs? the blonde asked, even though he knew the answer already.

Yeah. George nodded, he was trying to mend their relationship right now but it was hard when all he could think about was Clay being a liar.

Okay. Clay agreed, but for some reason it felt more like an agreement rather than something he wanted to do. George knew that, George could feel the distance between them.

Though it was George distancing himself from clay, and clay dying in silence.

Though George would never know about that second thing. There was no way that he was ever going to tell the brunette about his true condition.

There was a great chance that the next time clay transformed, the next time that he even so much as slipped a finger into his merman form, that that would be the last time he ever did anything.