Ever since Hannah died clay has been plagued by nightmares, and recently with all that has been going on the trail, then came Bryceâs death they just seem to get worse.
Sleep was something that came easily for Clay but then the nightmares come into picture, sometimes they are subtle and sometimes they are horrifying.
Now, even though things have started to fall in place, Clay still has the fear of loosing the people he loves and Justin tops that list. Clay loved him and Justin loved him back but that does not mean theyâll always be happy there was this fear inside of Clay that somehow, he would lose Justin after everything he has found a shred of happiness and he wants to hold onto that.
A personâs mind is strange place, we can imagine things that might never happen but deep down within our subconscious such scenarios play out and often manifests themselves as dreams if they are positive, and nightmares if not. The latter was the case with Clay.
On his bed, Clay was fidgeting his shirt covered with sweat in his mind he saw a figure, black pointing a gun at Justin and BAM, a shot then another and another, Justin falling to the ground a pool of blood forming around his now lifeless body. Clay was there standing but unable to move, unable to go and safe him.
âNo No No please Noâ Clay started mumbling in his sleep loud enough for Justin to hear on the other side of the room, on his bed. Although they were legit dating but they though its better have some space so usually they slept on separate beds. Justin was no stranger to Clayâs nightmares, they were frequent but not intense so they passed without any difficulty, but this one seemed bas. Justin waited a moment for clay to stop mumbling but when he realized it was only getting louder, Justin got up and went towards Clayâs bed. Kneeling down beside the bed he placed he palm on Clayâs cheek.
âHey, hey clay wake up its alright, it is just a bad dreamâ Justin said calmly and slightly rubbing clayâs cheek.
Clay nightmare came to an abrupt halt when he heard Justinâs voice, slowly opening his eyes his say Justin right Infront of him safe and sounds, most importantly alive.
âYou are okay.â Clay said holding Justinâs hand in his, his voiced laced with tiredness and fear,
âYes, I am and so are you, it was just a bad dream.â Justin said, putting his hand over Clayâs.
âYea, it wasâ Clay said, his breathing now even and calm.
âYou want to talk about it?â Justin asked.
âNo not right now but will you hold me please?â Clay asked Justin with a puppy dog look in his eyes.
âOf course, dummy scoot overâ Justin said.
Clay shifted, making enough space for Justin to comfortably lie down on the bed.
Justin come on the bed beside clay, who then rested his head on Justinâs chest, Justin wrapped his arms around clay holding him tight.
âFeeling better?â Justin asked Clay, his hands running through clayâs short hair.
âYes, Just keep holding me.â Clay said and slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling safe
Justin smiled and said âForeverâ, he planted a light kiss on top of clayâs head and fell asleep with his boyfriend in his arms.
AO3 Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/24781201
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