Is This True Love? (DNF)

Chapter 56: Suitcase

George POV.

I watched him hurrying up the stairs, tears were running down his face as he left and in my confusion and uncertainty tears were running down my face as well. He had said so much to me, so many words which all seemed to confuse and contradict each other.

The tone that he had used seemed to show that he wanted me with him, as though he had a love for me that he did not want to lose. Yet Clay’s words had told me to stay, that he wanted to visit his family alone. I sighed, this was too much to deal with right now. I could easily argue that he didn’t want to go and this was just his sad emotions, yet I couldn't be sure.

“Clay.” My voice was softer as I slowly headed up the stairs. “Are you okay? Can we please talk?” When I entered his room I saw that he was packing all of his things and my heart sank. “Are you going without me?”
“Yes George.” The blond didn’t even look over at me, guilt was clear in his posture.

“But why can’t I go with you?” I leaned against the door frame, eyes glazing over. “I’d love to go and meet your family. I want to be able to support you.”
“George.” He kept his voice soft, monotone, yet he couldn't give me an explanation. “You can’t. I am sorry.”

That annoyed me. I know that he is in a time of mourning. It was a time when he is likely emotional; a concoction of angry and sad. Yet it didn’t give him an excuse to get away with this without at least a proper explanation.

“If you don’t want me to go with you then give me an actual explanation.” My voice was firm, no longer caring to be soft to the mourning man. “I don’t care about being out of town, I want to go. And I am fine being there to comfort your family. I’ll do anything for you.” I took a moment before continuing. “So if you truly don’t want me to come with you, then give me an actual reason.”

For a moment there was nothing. The blond was frozen and just remained staring forwards. I was fine waiting patiently for the moment when he was ready to tell me, yet that moment never came. For ages I allowed him to think of the words he needed to respond to me but eventually I gave up, backing myself away.

“Fine then.” I grumbled. “Glad to know you don’t love me enough to even give an explanation.” The way Clay reacted made it clear that I had struck a nerve, yet he still couldn’t say anything. So without another word to him I turned and left, stepping into the hallway. As I was walking I heard his voice call after me.

“Wait George.” I heard a voice calling after me, and feeling hopeful that maybe he’d either come up with an explanation or wanted to apologise I turned and smiled. He approached me, cautious and focusing on each step. I waited for him to get close to me, allowing him to take my hand and hold it in his.

I prepared myself, waiting patiently for him to speak. ‘I love you George’ or ‘I’m sorry you can come with me’. Even if he said ‘I want to break up with you’ it would be better than his stuttering, stammering excuses so far. My hand squeezed his, waiting patiently for him to say whatever it was that he wanted.

“Would you be able to help me carry some boxes out to the car?” My eyes narrowed into a glare as I snatched my hand away.
“So you want to leave and then you ask me to help you carry your shit outside?” I asked. “How fucking dare you Clay! How fucking-”

I was cut off as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. My hands stabilised themselves as they were pushed against his chest. My voice was shrill and I began screaming at him to let go of me before he connected our lips. He then moved his mouth close to my ear.

“George. Trust me.” His voice was nearly silent. It was calm and I couldn’t help but relax against him. “If you have any trust and love left for me then help me take my stuff out to the car.”
“But why?” I asked. "Why do you want me to carry stuff? Why out to your car?" He shushed me again and I continued to glare in response.

After realising that what he was doing wasn't working he sighed.  "Look baby-"
"Don't call me baby." I cut him off, crossing my arms.
"-look sweetheart-" I still grumbled. "Look George. I'm doing this for us, for our future. Please bab- George, just trust me."

"I don't know if I can." I confessed, allowing him to take my hand and lead me back towards the bedroom, effectively giving up.
"Just for five minutes?" He whispered, moving to my ear again.

I tensed up, feeling uncertain as I waited. “Fine,” I kept my teeth gritted, allowing myself to be brought into the bedroom and waiting patiently as he packed up both of his suitcases. This felt like I was being too nice, as though I let my love for Clay push through and help him even as he was breaking my heart.

He passed me the suitcase and gave a soft smile, as though he wasn’t dragging me through the same pit of feelings that Fundy had pushed me into. “Thank you so much.” The soft voice stopped me from setting the suitcase down and leaving, and I tailed him downstairs so that I could put the suitcases in the car.

“Just in the back seat.” I was told. The blond led me to the passenger side of the car and opened the back door. Then Clay pushed his suitcase along to behind the driver's seat and I set my one behind the passenger seat. As I shut the door for him his hands grabbed my wrist and he spun me around.

“Clay what-” I was cut off again as he kissed me, and despite my madness I still loved him and allowed him to keep this contact going. When we let go of each other he opened the passenger door behind me.
“Get in.” He instructed with a firm tone and without thinking twice I did as he said.
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