suffocation | dreamnotfound

epilogue

after dream had regained consciousness, it wasn't long before sapnap, bad, and dream's family arrived, practically singing with joy. it really was a sight to behold, the large family, some by blood and others by love, stood in the room, holding each other tight. never could any of them imagine a life without the others; their world was within each other, particularly for dream and george who looked at each other with nothing but pure adoration and unfiltered love. 

sapnap had elbowed george, smirking, before boldly saying, "no kids yet." george slapped his arm, dream wheezed, his laugh still weak but a sign that he was healing, bad shook his head at the antics, and drista high fived sapnap. the two got along well when it came to poking fun at the two boys in front of them. 

dream was released from the hospital the next day, as the doctors just wanted to monitor him. when they decided he was stable and his airways were clear, they determined him healthy and let him go. 

dream couldn't even wrap his head around what had happened. he stepped out of the hospital, his family on one side of him and george and his friends on the other. he felt free. 

dream was alive, and he felt it too. this was what living felt like. 

his friends didn't plan on leaving any time soon, insisting that they deserved to be together for at least a couple of weeks. so, they all crashed at dream's place and made a list of everything they wanted to do together. they would make the most out of every single moment; nothing was slipping through their fingers anymore.

that's how dream ended up smiling in front of his computer, waving to his viewers who clicked onto the twitch notification. he had always wanted to do a face reveal with his friends beside him and there was no better time than the present. he was greeted with immense support and intense bewilderment, which made him laugh. needless to say, it was really perfect. 

later on that evening, george had laid his head tentatively against dream's shoulder while sitting alone in his bedroom, smiling contently.

"i'm proud of you for doing that." he whispered, and dream wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.

"yeah?" dream asked, and he could feel george nod against him. "you can't possibly be as proud of me as i am of you." 

"no way, what did i do?"

"oh, come on. figuring out your feelings is really hard and i know how much you struggled. i'm proud of you for accepting yourself and opening yourself up to me. i never expected the day where i could call you my boyfriend, but this entire situation has been crazy so i shouldn't be surprised anymore."

"boyfriend?" george questioned, tilting his head so he could look up at dream's face.

"i mean, i just kinda thought-" dream felt his cheeks go red, "only if you want to be...i don't know." 

"boyfriend. i like it. hey, you're my boyfriend."

dream let out a sigh of relief, pure happiness running through his veins like a drug. 

"boyfriend. i like it too. not as much as i like you though." 

"well, i love you." 

"i love you, too." dream whispered, pressing a kiss to george's forehead. 

at that moment, sapnap walked into the room, taking a look at the two wrapped up in each other.

"bad! i think i almost walked in on them making out! please help!" he shouted, backing out of the room.

sitting in the living room, bad rolled his eyes but he wore a wide smile. it felt so good knowing his friends were happy; that was all he wanted. he got up, pushing sapnap away from the bedroom door and scolding him for interrupting the lovebirds. however, none of them could keep their laughter contained, as the laughs of all four boys ricocheted off the walls.

~~

it truly was a shame when the boys decided it was time for this trip to come to a close. however, none of them would forget these lovely memories and would cherish them for the rest of their life. 

dream and george believed it was too soon to move in together, but they definitely talked about it. perhaps by next year they would buy a home together and pave the past for the rest of their lives. it didn't matter when they did it though; they had all the time in the world together.

the group bid their teary eyed goodbyes, but they had many more meet-ups planned in the near future. time spent together in person was long overdue, and now they were determined to make up for it.

dream and george made the most of their long distance relationship. they spent countless nights on call together, talking and laughing before drifting off to sleep with the comfort of the other bringing them peace and sweet dreams. they sent each other mushy goodmorning messages that would make sapnap gag, and sometimes even sent each other letters and gifts, something physical to hold that they hoped would make up for the hole their far away counterpart filled. 

george practically lived in dream's hoodies, loving the way the warmth reminded him of his boyfriend's arms. he could barely wait until august to fly out to florida again for dream's birthday.

and dream, his new favorite thing was when george tried to describe colors. george wanted to make dream proud and happy, so he put his enchroma glasses on almost daily and observed the world in more color than before. he would take pictures of objects that matched the color he was describing and put it all into a letter before mailing it off to dream. the letters never failed to make dream smile and roll his eyes at the almost childish excitement. how did he get so lucky? 

the letters went through all the colors of the rainbow until the very last letter, which arrived just a week before dream's birthday. dream read the letter with happy tears in his eyes. this relationship was worth all the pain and suffocation he had to endure just to get to it.

dream would love george until the day he died and george felt the same.

~~

dear clay,

i attached a picture of you to this letter instead of a picture of a specifically coloured object because today's colour(s) are rainbow!

and no, this is not just because you're gay.

you see clay, you make my world so bright. it's like you're the color in my world. it's almost so blinding yet i can never look away. you make my world vivid; with you, i see radiant colors that replace all the dullness. it's like you making me happy even when i was sad.

to me, this symbolizes our love. it symbolizes our energy, our passion, our joy.

and it comes full circle, too. colours = happiness = us, and then us = colours and it all just makes sense. sort of, i think. what i'm trying to say is you bring color to my world and that makes me smile. all this brightness reminds me of us. plus, it was with you the first time i put my glasses on. it all just fits together nicely, just like me and you!

you know clay, i used to say my favorite color was blue but i think it may be green, even though it's one of the hardest to see. that's because of your eyes. i'm gonna look into those eyes when i say 'i do'.

well, that's about all i have for colours. i hope you enjoyed this sappiness. text me when you get this! or write back. either or both. or, save all the appreciation for next week when i see you. i'd like a kiss for this one.

i love you always,
george

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