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Clay hesitated to open his door.
It wasn’t his house, but He wasn’t worried about intruding.. he was worried about the memories. Beautiful memories from a beautiful jester who had so much talent, but didn’t see it. He felt a knife go right through his chest as he thought of those memories where he and Jestro hung out and had sleepovers.
He turned the key that was in the bronze door knob of the front door. The door clicked, signaling him that the door was unlocked. He sighed, already feeling tears begging to leave his eyes. He shakily sighed and entered the house.
The floor was a light blue carpet, with various colorful rugs plastered everywhere. There were posters of music and celebrities he knew Jestro liked placed on the light purple wall paper. There were a couple shelves on the walls that had some art, photographs, folders, and etc.
Clay stepped in, stepping on a pink rug that had a yellow smiley face on it. He smiled a little. He remembered this rug from when they were younger.
He walked in the house a little more. The first room was a familiar looking living room. There was a purple couch with light brown pillows on the corners. In front of the couch was a coffee table with papers and letters, probably bills or junk mail, scattered on it. There was a flat screen TV that hung from the wall. Next to the TV was a medium brown shelf that had video games and movies stacked on it.
He moved on to the kitchen. The floor was now marble, as well as his counter. There were decorations and more junk mail on the counter. He turned on the light, but they didn’t work very well. Probably since Jestro hadn’t hung out here ever since he left to be evil with Monstrux, which was about 2 or 3 years now that he thought about it. There wasn’t much else in the kitchen, just classic stuff like a fridge, an oven, etc.
He walked to the bathroom across the hallway and turned on the light, which worked a little worse than the kitchen’s light. The floor was light brown and the counter was a slightly darker brown. He had a small built in storage for his toothpaste and hairbrushes. The shower curtain was light purple and light yellow striped. There was a shower rug next to the shower that was pastel pink.
He went to another hallway of the house and sighed quietly. He gripped the door knob that was at the end of the hallway, bracing himself. He opened the door and examined the room before stepping in.
In the room was a desk that was against the wall, with drawings and such scattered on it. The floor was carpet again, the same colors as his living room. There was a white cabinet on the opposite side of the desk, a blanket sticking out of a drawer and another drawer was slightly open. There were more posters on the wall and a shelf that had collectibles and a couple light boxes on it. Behind the area where his desk was, was his bed. His bed had light blue sheets, a pink blanket, a light-ish red pillowcase, and a darker purple bed frame. There were a couple stuffed animals on the bed, some big and some little. Most of them were unicorns or cute bunnies. There was a window near where his white cabinet was, and it had light green curtains with pink flowers on it.
He remembered sleeping over here one time. They were around 22, they had just gotten out of school and since Jestro had already been working for the long, he saved up for the house. They talked about random stuff at 1:40am he remembers.
He smiled, tearing threatening to escape his eyes once again. He sniffed and walked in his room, going over to his bed and lifting his blanket, then taking off some of his heavy armor. He always carried it around just in case he got attacked.
Gently setting it on the carpet, he crawled on his bed and cuddled one of his soft, big stuffed animals. He noticed it smelled like Jestro’s perfume that he always wore. He pressed it tightly against his face and breathed in its scent. His head rested against his pillow and he laid sideways, closing his eyes. He pulled the blanket on him, feeling warm and secure. Tears filled his eyes and a couple of them spilled out when he blinked.
He whimpered, letting go of the stuffed animal and digging his face in his pillow. “Oh, Jestro..” He groaned out in sadness. He sniffed and wrapped his arms around his pillow. He cried for a while until he finally felt exhausted. He blinked a couple times, laying so he was on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, mindlessly counting every dot or small difference in color there were.
After a couple minutes, he turned back on his side and pulled the blanket more up and cuddled his stuffed animal again. He breathed in his perfume again and felt tired from his bottled up tears. He blinked his eyes closed, and fell asleep in his bed.