I dried my body off with my towel. I yawned still tired. We just got done with the movie and now I was going to go to bed. I've been tired a lot lately. George was beside me, getting dressed. He yawned cutely, which made me smile. 

"What?" He asked, when he caught me staring at him. 

"Nothing." 

"No, tell me." 

"It's just your cute." 

"Oh, please. Stop it," he blushed. I smiled wider. 

"Ready to go to bed, baby," I asked. 

"Don't call me 'baby' please." 

"But your my baby." 

"Don't care." 

"Then I'll call you Georgie," I said. 

"I told you, I don't like that either."

"Well, I do. I don't care what you think," I said, and gave him a quick kiss. I picked him up, even though I was weak. I carried him to the bed and threw him up in the air. He hit the bed with a thud. I hopped on the bed beside him. I tucked myself in and yawned. 

"Night Clay," George said. 

"Goodnight. Love you." 

"Love you too." 

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It was morning and I felt like nothing. No pain, no hunger, not cold nor warm. No thoughts, no feeling. No love. I felt like nothing. I felt weak. I just laid there, looking up at the ceiling for hours. It was about four hours of staring when George woke up, with his arms wrapped around my waist. 

"Morning Clay," he said. 

"Morning." 

"Whatcha thinking about," George put his head against my shoulder.

"Nothing." 

"You hungry?" 

"Nope." 

"Wanna do anything today? Anything special?"

"Nah." 

"Then what are you going to do today?" 

"Nothing." 

"You can't do nothing all day. You got another treatment." I forgot about that. I sighed and looked at George. 

"I don't want to go. I'm to-," I stopped and closed my eyes for a minute before George was concerned. 

"You okay?" I nodded weakly. He gave me a kiss on my cheek before getting up from bed. He grabbed himself a hoodie from our closet. He changed his pants as well. "How about we do something fun today. I saw something on Tik Tok the other day and it caught my eye." 

"What's that?" 

"Well it was related to the Dream SMP. You and your friends, like Sapnap was it? Anyway, it was a Tik Tok that was animated and the clothes they wore-," he stopped and smirked. "It's a surprise. I won't tell you. Do you want to go shopping for the things with me?" 

"No, you can go," I said.

"You sure?" 

"Mhm. Go have fun Georgie," I said. 

"Well, okay I guess. I love you. Call me if you need anything. Love you," he repeated. He grabbed his phone.

"Love you. Bye," I waved. He waved back and blew a kiss, leaving the room. I heard the front door shut and I sighed, laying back down. I slowly got up but regretted it by the minute. I felt dizzy and felt sick. I haven't even ate breakfast yet. I raced to the bathroom knowing what was going to happen. I threw up. Then I heard the front door open. 

"I forgot my ke-," George stopped and I could hear him race down the hallway. "Clay!" He raced to my side almost tripping over his own feet. I remember looking into his eyes, seeing all the pain and sadness before I passed out.   

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I had a dream when I was passed out. First I saw a field of flowers. I don't know what kind of flower cause that's just useless knowledge to remember. I could see someone out in the field. It was George. He saw me and he reached out his hand for me. His face was tearstained. He was still crying. I reached out my hand but for some reason, I couldn't reach him. And then suddenly I was getting pulled back. George tried chasing after me but we only got farther away from each other. Soon enough he was gone. 

Then I saw him again. But he couldn't see me. He was mumbling something to himself and crying into his hands. I walked closer to him, but he still couldn't see me. It was like I was a ghost. I could finally make out what he was saying. 

"I lost him, I lost him, I lost him," he kept repeating. "Not my fiancé. Not him. He's gone." I looked at him. He finally moved his hands away from his face, and screamed into the sky. I felt so bad. But who was his fiancé? Me? I was so confused but all I knew was I wanted to be back with him. Back with my George.