Goliath-Mutt

Once upon a time he could have honestly said that he was happy. Once, during a time he held the heart of the object of his affection captive. Once, when neither of them cared or worried about the future; when they stood together with no plans on ever letting the other go. What had kept him going those days were the simple curve of the smaller boy's lips, or the shine in his eyes whenever he was excited. The perfect fit of his hand entwined in his own that had once brought upon him pure heaven now brought his heart the weight of misery. Blinking a set of ocean blue eyes, Clay set down the small block of wood he had been whittling and glanced