Hoodie- Dreamnotfound

Why

After George acting strange, Dream and George had a long, honest talk.

Dream sank into his chair, waiting impatiently for George to spit out whatever had caused him to act so strangely towards him. They never had serious discussions, that's why Dream's anxiety was through the roof.

His face turned to a frown, "George, can you please just tell me what's wrong?"

"Dream--Clay, I... like you." His tone seemed sincere, but it was traced with sadness. He rarely ever addressed him by his first name.

Dream knew this is what he wanted to hear from George all along, yet he still felt like there was more to it. Something bad was bound to happen, he could feel it.

George sighed. "Listen, I know that you-"

Dream cut him off. "Why didn't you sound happy about liking me?" His voice quivered, he was trying to stall him.

He knew what George was trying to say, but he wanted to stay in denial. He didn't want those words to escape his mouth, because once George had said those words, they would never be taken back.

He ignored his question. "Dream, you've been nothing but an amazing friend to me. I've never met someone who brings out the best in people the way you do."

The world around Dream spun as he heard the heartfelt sentence, he wanted George to leave it at that. It was rare that George ever complimented him so it was obvious, the bad news was coming.

"But I'm not good for you, I never have been and I never will be. I can't give you what you want."

At that moment, he felt as if someone had just stabbed him in the chest. The dreary words had finally been released, he miserably failed at holding back the tears welling up in his eyes.

They sat in silence, even though Dream's ears were roaring with words that he couldn't say to George. He didn't want it all to be over, they had just started. His head throbbed, he couldn't keep up.

Why did he admit his feelings to himself?

George's voice pushed those thoughts away. "Dream, I need you to understand. As much as I want you, I know you deserve better. I'm still figuring things out, I don't want to lead you on and hurt you even more."

Dream grasped onto the tiniest bit of hope he had left. "I can wait for you."

"I don't want you to be hung up over me, we both need to move on." George was hurt, he tried to be tough about this, but his desire for Dream was equally strong.

Desperately, he asked, "Can we just give it a chance?"

He never acted this way in front of George, Dream had tore so many walls of confidence and pride, his vulnerability had been completely evident. He invested so much trust and love into George, all for it to be thrown away?

"Dream, I don't like being the bad guy. I should've never flirted with you or tried to make something out of us. I don't want to be the one who breaks your heart. Now make the choice of letting me go." His voice cracked, he hated making Dream feel this way.

Feeling even worse, Dream was still in a state of disbelief. This wasn't over, It couldn't be.

His head hung low. "Why? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, that's the opposite of the problem. You're too good for me, and you know it's difficult to like me. I'm not good at emotions, relationships, all the lovey-dovey stuff. It hurts me as much as it does you, but I know it's the right thing to do for you." His words were so soft yet so bitter, it drove Dream insane.

"I don't care how much it hurts me if it means I get to be with you." Dream knew how toxic of a relationship that would be, but when you're in love the red flags look pretty orange.

George didn't respond, he couldn't say anything to make their flames die down. They were the right people for each other, but it so happened to be the wrong timing.

He opened his dry mouth to speak. "George, Please. Our story doesn't end like this, I know it." A tear ran down his cheek, staining his hoodie. He looked down, he was still wearing George's hoodie.

"It's not over, I'm still here. We can still be friends," George choked on his words.

Whether George was oceans away or millimeters apart, that could never change how distant Dream felt from him.

"It's not the same, George."

"Well, it never will be."

-

His foot slammed against the pedal, accelerating the car to a speed that would probably get him pulled over. He gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white.

The bass of the blasted music thumped the car, distracting him from his thoughts. He still had dried up tears left on his cheeks that he'd never bothered to dry.

He drove into the sunset, reminiscing on all the time he had invested into George and his feelings. Rejection wasn't something he dealt with, he didn't know how to cope with a world where Dream and George weren't one.

Everything reminded him of George, it would be no easy process to get over him. The whole relationship they had was surely thrown away, he was right from the start. He made a fatal mistake which let George slip out of his grip.

All he wanted was the pit that rested at the bottom of his stomach to leave, he hated the feeling of uneasiness knowing he screwed up. The constant presence in the mind of his regret taunted him. He didn't want to sit around and sulk about losing George.

As he drove on the empty freeway, he glanced around for any cars. After ensuring he was completely alone, he set his car on an auto drive and hoisted himself out the roof of the car.

He shut his eyes and let his arms free by his side, guided by the winds. The golden sun beamed on his skin, the warmth felt comforting. Following the rhythms of the song, he sang each lyric wholeheartedly.

The thought of George trickled in his mind if only he could experience this with George. He wanted to make memories with him. He would give anything up to redo his mistakes, he hoped and wished that someday things would change.

"Why, George. Why did you do this to me? Why can I never get you off my mind? Why are you letting me go? Why can't we try this out together? Why are you shutting me out?" He inquired to the glowing sun, who never gave him a response.

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