Line Without a Hook- Dnf

The Old Dream

Dream let out a heavy sigh as he sat back in his chair, staring at the canvas of colors and obscure pixels that was his computer screen. It was another long day of editing and he was exhausted. He looked up at the ceiling to see if anything had changed while he was engrossed in the perfection of the next manhunt video. The disappointment of the same wooden beams above his head went through him with a shiver. It's always the same. Why is it always the same. Dream zones out. He sits like this for about twenty minutes before he is startled by the loud ringing of discord. He hesitates for a second but picks up.

"Hello?" Dream says quietly, unsure of who it was on the phone. He didn't bother looking at who had been calling him at so late at night and wasn't sure if he cared who was on the other side of the line. He was too tired and spaced out to care.

"Hey Dream, what's up?" Sapnap's loud voice beams through his headphones. Dream flinches from the loud hello and hurriedly turns down the sound on his computer. "Sapnap it is 3am, what could you possibly need this late?" Dream says angrily, as if he was going to bed anyway.

"I just thought we could talk for a while. George and I are worried for you man. Your location hasn't changed for over a week." Sapnap's tone changed since the earrape of an hello he gave at the start. Dream is confused at the fact that anyone would care about his wellbeing. Although these two were supposed to be his best friends, he didn't believe that anyone could possibly care about him anymore. In his mind he was unable to be loved. "Why would you be worried about me? I'm fine. I've just been busy with editing, so don't bother."

"Dream, we do care about you. I know it's been hard lately with everything that happened with... you know who, but we do care. Just please talk to us when you can about what's bothering you. We miss the old you.." Before Sapnap could finish his sentence Dream hangs up. "The old me.. the one who felt too deep for people and got his heart broke all the time? I don't miss him.." Dream stops himself. The past was the past and he couldn't do anything to fix it. His feelings didn't matter to the only one he loved and he tried his best.  But none of that mattered now and as much as it hurts him to move on he had to. 

Dream got up from his chair to see a puddle of sweat where he was sitting. He didn't realize how hot it was until now. Dream decided to take a shower. He took off his white t-shirt, and grey sweats and hopped into the shower. As soon as he got in he heard one ding from his phone. He ignored it. Another ding came and he ignored it again. It wasn't until the third ding that he got annoyed and finally checked his phone. His wet, floppy hair dripped onto the small screen of his phone to make a blur of the text that came in. It was from George.

He thought about not reading it. He thought about throwing his phone across the room and smashing it, never getting a text or notification ever again but he opened it. Dream hesitantly read the message. "This song made me think about us. Please listen to it Clay, you never have to talk to me again but please just listen to this song." Dream didn't want to but he felt his hand click on the link. It opened quickly and the lyrics began to play. He sat down in the back of the shower, to where his phone couldn't get any more wet than it was and listened. Every lyric he listened to began to engrave it's way into his brain.

"All of my emotions feel like explosions when you are around,
and I've found a way to kill the sound..

oh, baby I am a wreck when I'm without you.."

He listened to every word carefully from that point.
"Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?"

Dream wanted to scream at George for sending him this. "You made me feel like a burden George," is what he wanted to say. He couldn't. Dream felt like he was going to cry. He threw his phone at the wall and sobbed into the flowing of the shower above him. He wanted to go back. He couldn't live without him. He loved him so much but he felt like he was too uncapable of love to put himself back into that position. Dream had no idea what to feel at this moment. His emotions were scattered everywhere. 

After about an hour of sitting in his shower he got out and picked up his phone. There was a small crack in the bottom from it hitting his bathroom wall. "Shit.." Dream said angrily to himself. Dream got dressed and sat on his bed. He hid in his hoodie as Patches came and mewed at him curiously. "I'm okay honey." Dream said comfortingly to the kitten, running his fingers through her fur. He wiped his eyes on his hoodie sleeve and checked his phone once more. He read a line from George's text. "This song made me think about us.." He read it again and again. "Us?" he asked himself. "Is there an us anymore?"

Dream layed back in his bed and sighed once more. "Us." he whispered. "I miss us." He rolled over and closed his eyes, falling asleep the second he did.

Authors Note:
This is my first time writing anything like this so please be nice to me. I'm going to try to post chapters as much as I can while I'm in quarantine but once school starts back up again it may be harder. I will update you guys with each chapter I publish. Thank you for reading :)