ＦＡＤＩＮＧ // Dreamnotfound

-4-

His phone rung like 10 times in a row, before he turned silent mode on.

Exhausted George leaned back and took a deep breath.

It was probably Dream messaging him, because he just left him on read after what he texted him. It had to be Dream.

There were exactly four people that had his current number.

The first two were his parents.

He didn't spoke to him in years, except for a few times, since they told him he wouldn't ever be the son they wanted and that he was the family disappointment.

They only texted him on his Birthday and sometimes on Christmas and if they did, they only it because his Grandma wanted them to.

She died two years ago, but one of her biggest wishes was always that George would stay in contact with his parents.

The third person was his therapist.

They called him sometimes to make new appointments, but since he didn't picked up for the last times they called him because they were worried, they gave up and didn't called again.

The fourth and last person was Clay.

Clay was the only person that would reach out to him only somehow, so it was only logically that it was the American boy who texted him.

The greyish eyed boy, who hadn't actually grey eyes. George was just colorblind.

The tall young man who saved him from killing himself.

He sat down in the small kitchen, his feet tapping on the ground repeatedly and really quickly.

He looked outside the window and saw that it was raining.

Welcome to England he thought, slightly smiling. He loved England for its weather, because George loved the rain.

Standing in the rain and feeling the cold water dripping down his skin.

He jumped on his feet, grabbed one pair of shoes and ran down the stairs, slamming the door behind him.

The street was completely empty as he jogged down the streets, in the direction of the beach.

It wasn't far away, so he arrived after a few minutes, letting hisself fall into the cold and wet sand.

No one could see him in that moment, so he laid down in starfish position and closed his eyes.

He could feel the rain washing all his thoughts away. In this moment, everything seemed so easy and peaceful.

He didn't knew for how long he laid on the cold sand, but when he finally got up his clothes were completely wet.

He looked down to his shoes and realized that he should maybe go home.

His fresh washed hair was like sticked onto his forehead and water was dripping down his whole body as he arrived at his door.

Slowly opening it he stepped in, his body heavy because of all the water.

George slowly stumbled into the bathroom and got rid of all of his clothes.

Was it a dumb idea? Yeah. Was the shower he took earlier useless? Maybe. Was it still fully worth it? Definitely.

He thought looking in the mirror, just to realize how awful he was looking.

Big and dark circles under his eyes, his pale skin got red because of the cold.

He felt sick.

Fully dressed in comfy clothes, he sat in his bed, slightly shaking while grabbing his phone. He opened all the messages Clay left him