chapter fifteen

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He should've seen it coming. Of course the dream would end at some point, but it had felt so real. He wished it was real. But he knew that wasn't how Dream felt. It was all just jokes.

Did the reason he had never said 'I love you' to Dream, have to do with the worry that if he said it out loud, he would find out he was being serious. Was he trying to protect his own feelings so he didn't get hurt?

George sighed. It hadn't worked. He knew how he felt about Dream now, and he knew how Dream felt about him. Sure, Dream says 'I love you', but as a friend, and George knew that. Their types of love were different. Now that George knew, he couldn't help but feel a little upset about it.

What time was it? George looked at his phone, but he was immediately distracted by the notification that Dream had said something on Twitter.

I will be taking some time off for the next week or so. It read. There is no need to worry, I just need a quick break from streaming and things so I can get back better than before! See you all next week!

Was Dream okay? Why hadn't he called George first to tell him what was wrong. Was he hurt? Did he need help?

George immediately dialed Dream's phone number.

Straight to voicemail.

George kept calling... and calling... and calling. Every time, it would go to voicemail. George was starting to get worried. He must've sent Dream a hundred texts between discord and message.

It was clear Dream wasn't going to pick up, but that doesn't mean George would stop, just take a break. George stood up and walked to the bathroom. He looked into the long mirror, seeing the amount of stress shown on his face.

Without thinking George stripped down out of his clothing and turned on the shower. He stepped in the burning water, but he didn't care how hot it was. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold tile. He allowed himself to slide down, his skin getting used to the hot water.

And there, in the shower, sat George. His eyes closed, his face hidden in his hands. And he sat there. Unable to breath. Stressed about Dream. Why? Had George's dream meant more than a dream?



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