Prompt: 27. "I wish I'd never met you." / 30. "So that's it? It's over?"
"I wish I'd never met you."
Clay visibly flinched at the words, his whole demeanour stiffening as he pulled tentatively away from his boyfriend's grasp, the older boy's arms falling loosely from around his waist. "W-what?" He faltered, stumbling over the question as his brain tried to understand just what Tony was trying to tell him.
"You ruin everything, Clay." Tony spat in response, his eyes roaming over the younger boy in disgust. "It's your fault Hannah's dead; if you had just stayed with her that night she'd still be alive." He continued venomously, his fists clenching dangerously at his sides as he took a step backwards from the younger boy, as if nauseated at the thought of being so near to him.
"No, Tony." Clay manages to choke out, his breath hitching in his throat as he makes to reach out for the older boy, his fingers trembling desperately; he couldn't lose Tony. "I-I don t understand?" He persists, his stomach dropping dauntingly as he stumbles forwards on unsteady legs, his fingertips only brushing scarcely against the familiar leather of the older boy's jacket before his arms being shoved harshly away.
"I don't think I can be with someone like you anymore." Tony informs him frigidly, his features encompassed in hatred as he takes another step backwards, an arms reach of distance between them before he takes another, his eyes daring Clay to move towards him again as his fists remain clenched at his sides threateningly.
"Clay."
"So- what? So that's it? It's over?" Clay questions numbly, the words inconceivable on his tongue as his whole body begins to shake violently, sobs bubbling in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't-
"Clay, wake up, mi amor."
Clay's eyes flicker open with a start, his whole body going rigid as he bolts upright in his bed, only distantly aware of the presence beside him as he tries to fight off the disorientation clouding his brain while his chest heaves painfully. Sweat trickles coolly down his back, causing his shirt to stick grossly to his skin.
Just a dream. Just a dream. Just a dream.
"Hey, you're alright, you're okay." A voice murmurs softly as strong arms encircle around his waist, pulling him gently backwards until he's pressed into the comfort of somebody's chest. "Just breathe." The voice continues lowly, hot breath tickling beside his ear as a warm hand starts to soothingly rub circles against his torso, the person's chest- Tony's chest, his brain supplies subconsciously -moving in rhythmic carefulness to help mollify Clay's own heaving chest.
"Tony?" Clay's voice cracks, a lump catching painfully in the back of his throat as an overwhelming amount of emotions floods through him; Tony was here, he hadn't left him. Just a dream. Just a dream. He turns his head, burying his face in the crook his boyfriends neck as relief filled hot tears spill over from his eyes, trailing warmly down his cheeks and soaking into the older boy's t-shirt. A tender kiss is pressed against his clammy temple.
"I'm right here, mi amor; I'm not going anywhere."
