Erased (Dream x George Fanfiction)

Picnic. (10)

That's how I passed out and got the brain trauma, I fell and slammed my head against the ground. Of course, I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything else besides George and the letters.

This is bullshit. I can't believe I tried to do that. I can't run away from my problems I have to face them....

My breathe shudders and I stare back at the letters scattered across my floor. I look at a clock across my room. 1:45am

I've stayed up for hours replaying the scenes in my head. All the scenarios, all the options.

I lean my head against the wall, it throbbed from all the crying of remembrance.

Nothing could have solved my problems, which is why I chose death...

I pulled myself to fall against my mattress, getting more comfortable.

I realize now, how wrong I was. I still had a chance to turn everything around. I just have to be honest with myself.

I get deeper in thought as I drift off.

I do love him, don't I?... I love George....

Maybe... maybe I could fix this...

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I wake up to a loud crash downstairs.

I jump and run down to see George sitting up after falling.

"George?! Are you okay?!" I rush to his side and help him up.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I almost stepped on Patches so I stepped back and ended up tripping on my own feet." He chuckled and smiled at me.

I won't tell him about anything. About the picture, about me remembering, about the letters. Even about how I ended up passing out. Maybe I can fix it all. I've got a fresh slate, I can't mess this up again.

"I did some research last night, about fun things to do that won't bend the rules for keeping me safe. There's a lake a few miles away, it's apparently really nice and I was wondering if you wanted to have a picnic or something like that?" I looked back at a few of the memories I had. Me and my ex girlfriend went there five years ago, it was where we had our first kiss. She dumped me a few months later but this was always a memory that made me feel safer.

He seemed taken aback by my sudden question. "Uh, sure, it's like 8 in the morning though, do you wanna go later this afternoon or...?" He looked at me with curiosity.

"Sure, I just don't want to stay in and do nothing with you all day! I hate to say it but, we might not have much time left together...." I look down a bit of sadness in my eyes as I remember my mom offering to help George buy a plane ticket back home since I can live on my own. "Also, I remember a few things speaking of you leaving. Actually I remember lots of things! Just small things like incidents and conversations. I remember basically everyone off the SMP and what went down. I think it'll all be back to me one of these days!"

He smiled and patted my shoulder. "That's awesome, Clay! I'm so glad you're doing better!..." his face darkened. "Actually... Melissa- your mom, texted me this morning. She's coming over tomorrow to make sure you're ready. It seems everything is going to be alright so I might wanna start packing tonight." He looked a little sad, yet hopeful. The bittersweet tension filled the room.

"Well, maybe." I had a plan. "Anyways, I can help if you need to- but for now let's go have a great day." He seemed surprised by my excitement and joy. I was too but looking at it, of course I am. I learned that I survived my suicide attempt and get to see the face of the man I love again. I was a fool for thinking that the only option was death, I would give anything to be with George.

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After cleaning around the house a little bit, we packed some lunch along with board games and even fishing supplies (men.) and made our way to the lake.

The car ride was interesting, we had normal conversations like anyone would.

George made a joke about the sticker on a truck we passed. It reminded me of a memory I had regained.

"Remerged when I was at your house and I stuck that one American flag sticker on the back of your car! You got so mad, it was even funnier when it wouldn't come of! We had to get a specialist and he kept mocking Americans!" We both laughed at the memory but he stopped suddenly.

"You remember that?" He smiled and looked over at me but quickly put his eyes back on the road.

"Of course! It was really funny. That entire trip was funny." I snickered and he smiled sincerely. "I'm glad you're getting better...."

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We arrived and I immediately grabbed his hand and the food and dragged him to the similar spot. It was close to the lake, you could hear the running water and you could smell the freshness, but the lake a was a little below us, we were on a small cliff. The sun was blocked by shade created by trees and a table waited in this perfect spot, untouched and ready to be taken.

He looked at me confused when I went and sat down, setting the food down. He sat across from me with a puzzled look.

"How did you know about this? It was too far from the car for you to see." He chuckled while asking the question, he was so confused.

"I remember it from a long time ago! I remembered it and did research. It's still so nice here..." I made him a sandwich and handed it to him, smiling warmly. I watched as his face flushed a slight shade of red and smiled at my achievement. He took the plate from my hands and stared at me with happiness in his eyes.

"This table reminds me of that one bench at the mall. It was so creaky and gross." I remembered how we went to the mall and shopped at inappropriate places, finally eating some cookies on a gross bench outside. This happened the same week we got into the fight. I just told him I remember something from the same week we fought.... the same week I want him to think I forgot.

I realized my mistake and look over at him. His face changed from calm to panicked. He remembered as well. He knows I know.

I panic.

"Clay...?" This is the one thing I didn't want him to know.

"Clay." I messed this up. How do I explain that I remember everything and have been purposely being close and flirtatious????

"Clay...!" Holy shit what do I do. I can't blow it off and pretend like I don't remember..

"Clay!" I snap back into reality.

"H-huh?!" He stared at me with worried eyes.

"You..... you remember that....?" He looked scared.

"George I....." I decided to come clean. "I remember everything.... I'm sorry I should have-"

"Oh." He blurts it out so loud I stop mid sentence.

His face shows pure fear, relief, and anxiety.

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Shorts chapter guys I'm sorry, I haven't been feeling too well lately so idk if I'm going to update as often but I hope this is enough for y'all. Trying to feed y'all daily but eughhhh. Anyways stay comfortable and safe, be happy and always look for and towards the good. <3

-Tuko.