Hoodie- Dreamnotfound

Strings (Last Chapter)

Letting go of George was difficult, they struggled to even keep their friendship alive.

After George and Dream didn't work out as he had planned, Dream expected life to stop. It sounded stupid, although a world without him seemed strange. But life moved on, not waiting for Dream to catch up in the slightest.

He was aware that no matter how hard they would try, their conversations would end up falling off. Things will never go back to how they were, as one cannot be forced to pursue a relationship that has lost its faith.

In the past, whenever they got into atrociously stupid arguments that nobody would remember the contents of, Dream's irritated mind would wander off to a world where they stopped being friends.

Before getting too deep into those thoughts, guilt would usually overtake and force him to hype fixate on the next topic. He felt sick that he ever wished, even in the slightest bit, even out of spite, to banish George from his life.

Never would he have guessed his current position, not only letting go of his lover, but his best friend.

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His nails dug into the bottom of the hoodie as he ripped off the black fabric clinging to his body. The smell of George lingered in the air, he stared at it grudgingly before rashly throwing it onto the ground, all of its meaning had been lost.

He leaned back into his bed, exposing his bare back against the familiar white sheets. Frustrated, he gripped his unkempt hair, his eyes stung with fury.

Whilst his clock ticked, reminding him of every painful second spent without George, it sent him into a state of existential suffering.

The hoodie was the only memory he had left of him, he had refused to wash out the scent it carried.

Tears formed in his eyes, influenced by a mix of undistinguishable emotions. Bottling his emotions wasn't something he was familiar with, he'd usually rant to one of his friends--specifically George. Dream admired that about their friendship, he didn't judge him, he just listened. George made him feel heard.

Constantly opening the messages app, his fingers danced over the keyboard. Although his head was full of things he wanted to say, he couldn't manage to tell any of them to George. After deleting various unfinished sentences along the lines of "I miss you" and "I'm sorry", he gave up.

Nothing will return back to normal.

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He and George had occasional encounters for the first week after the "incident", but only through their mutual friends. Nobody really mentioned anything, but the two of them knew they lost their spark. George had lost the special look in his eye whenever someone brought up Dream.

As the second week rolled around, his heart ached and yearned for George. It didn't seem to affect George nearly as much as it did him, which he found quite upsetting. They spoke maybe once or twice, again, not willingly. He found it difficult to keep him out of his head, he stalked all his social media all day.

He missed the sound of his voice, the way he would slightly tease him, but get too flustered to continue. Dream didn't believe that they were solely friends, they had to be more- but it seemed like it just wasn't meant to be.

After the third week, he had stopped counting the days. His entire salary was dependent on his content, albeit he found himself completely stopped filming or editing. Text messages from concerned friends bombarded his phone, he'd only check the name of the contact-- in case it was George. It never ended up being him, though.