bLiZzArD ;))
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“No, I mean I haven’t eaten in a while, so-“ Clay said before quickly cutting himself off, groaning softly.
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George furrowed his eyebrows, entering the living room and sitting down on the couch, gently pulling Clay with him. "What? How long is a while?"
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“Uh, a couple days?” Clay muttered quietly, leaning back against the couch and squeezing his eyes shut.
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"Clay, why?" George asked softly, gently squeezing Clay's hand subconsciously.
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“Because I don’t f—king like my body,” Clay said bluntly, anger and sadness in his voice. “I-I don’t like the person I see every time I look in the mirror, the person I see when- when I change clothes- God, I can’t f—king eat anything without freaking out about calories and my weight and- I‘d rather starve myself than look at my body...”
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George frowned, exhaling as sadness clouded his eyes. "Clay, I am so sorry you feel that way," The brunette said, trying to keep himself composed. "But you can not keep living like this."
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“I-I know,” Clay said, choking up and his eyes watering. He buried his face in his hands, exhaling shakily. “It’s- it’s just hard not to think like- like that, y’know?”
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"Yeah, I know," George said softly, moving closer to him and rubbing his back softly. "But Clay, I'm always here for you, and I can, and will help you through this,"
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Clay looked up at George, tears slowly streaming down his cheeks. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around the brunette, burying his face in his chest.
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"Shh, it's okay, baby," George whispered, hugging the dirty blonde close. He ran a hand through Clay's hair, rubbing his back and continuing to whisper small words of reassurance.
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Clay clutched George’s shirt as he sobbed into his chest, shaking in his arms. He slowly stopped crying, letting go do the brunette’s shirt and lifting his head. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, sniffling as he looked at George.
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"Don't be sorry, none of this is your fault," George said, placing his palm on Clay's cheek and rubbing it gently with his thumb.
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Clay exhaled and leaned towards George’s hand, a sad smile on his face. “Please don’t tell the others, especially Sam,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes. “I don’t want them to worry.”
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"I won't, if that's what you want," George said softly.
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“Thank you,” Clay said, wrapping his arms around George’s waist. He leaned closer and buried his head in the crook of the brunette‘s neck, exhaling.
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