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Run

Hello! Thanks for all the lovely support and the comments! So this will be a bit more sad or dark in a way but the next one shot will be happier. Anyways enjoy!
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Clay ran down the empty, yet dark street which was illuminated by the light glow the immited from the street lights. He was slowly growing out of breath and he started to slow down until he came into a complete stop.

Regret and guilty clouded him all at once; he shouldn't have left Tony by himself to fend off their attackers. Though Tony pushed him into the alleyway as Tony led the attackers into the opposite direction promising he would see him in the morning again.

Clay should have gone after Tony and helped, but he could've just gotten in his boyfriend's way. Clay just couldn't shake off one distant feeling in the pit of his stomach that something had gone terribly wrong.

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Clay did not see Tony the next day. Clay grew more worried and anxious as each minute passed.

Clay took his phone out and clicked on the Tony's contact which he had named, 'Unhelpful Yoda' and texted Tony for what seemed the hundredth time.

'Tony! Please answer, I'm getting worried. Call me whenever you receive this.'

Clay sighed and pur his face in his hands, he remembered what Tony had told him the night before.

"I'll see you in the morning! Just go! Run! Clay! Run!"

Those were the words that echoed through Clay's head over and over.
Dread filled Clay as he became fed up with himself on why he still was just sitting around and moping.

Clay got on his bike and biked over to Eisenhower Park where it all took place and escalated from there. Clay saw nothing out of the ordinary as there were noisy kids screaming and laughing as they played. He continued to look around the dread, regret, guilt, sadness, and anxiety seeming to try and suffocate him.

'Oh, Tony, please be okay,' Clay thought to himself over and over again as he continued to bike in the direction Tony and his two pursuers disappeared.

Clay's heart stopped when he saw Tony's leather jacket hanging off a tree branch. Clay got off his bike and immediately rushed over grabbing Tony's jacket and clutching it to his chest.

Clay looked around all day for any other signs of Tony but couldn't find anything else. Many weeks had passed since Tony had disappeared and a on going investigation was taking place. Deep down Clay knew that the investigation would be brought to a close.

His heart ached when Tony wasn't around and every minute, second that passed. He wore Tony's jacket everyday and despite the crude, mean remarks he got sometimes to forget and let go, he didn't.

He lost Hannah.

He wasn't going to lose Tony. He would die first before that would happen.

Clay looked at his phone as it chimed. There was one message that seemed to come from Tony, but Clay knew it wasn't actually Tony. He knew Tony wouldn't just disappear and send something so weird, so it had to be one of the attackers.

He looked at the message again.

'Five more hours. Meet us at the cliff, don't you want to come say goodbye?'