Clay

<p>Clay was always excited about visiting the town, although it was a rare occasion due to his parents' excessive worry. When his father finally relented and entrusted him with the keys to their ancient, rust-covered Ford F-100, Clay reveled in the experience. Heading into town meant indulging in snacks and fizzy drinks, items that incurred his parents’ stern disapproval, and it also meant he could spend time with you.</p> <p>Working at the local store in the small town Clay often visited, you had captured his attention from their first encounter, becoming the constant subject of his daydreams. Clay was unable to shake their image from his mind.</p> <p>His family would disapprove, he knew, of any romantic pursuit towards you. you did not fit the conventional, simple-minded image of the spouse his family imagined for him. But Clay was tired of his family's expectations, weary of farm life, and eager for something different—you embodied that difference. Yet, he treaded with cau</p>