Dream Away [Dnf]

Prologue

George's eyes slowly open, as the setting sun hit his strangely pale skin. The soft, but rough feeling of sand beneath him making him uncomfortable. His feet were shivering at the mild wind blowing, seeing as he didn't have any shoes on.

George buried his hands under the sand, seeking the coldness, but never finding any. He sighed and sat up, ruffling his brunette hair. He pulled single strands to his face, checking how long they have gotten.

"I have to cut them", George sighed. He put his hands back again and leaned into them, watching as the sun went down. The sound of the waves calming each nerve of his down.

Suddenly there was a familiar feeling on his face. A touch he knew so, so well.
"What's up, handsome?", he heard his favourite voice say. "Miss me?".

George turned around, seeing his favourite of all favourites. Time seemed to stop, as he watched his boyfriend looking down at him, smiling brightly, wrinkles forming. His hair shined blonde from the sun, as it held a little clip with a smiley face on it. A gift for their 1-year-anniversary.

"Dream!", the smaller shouted, as he jumped into his arms. Dream caught him, stumbling back a bit. Both giggling, happy to be in each others embrace. George pressed his head against the taller's chest, trying to listen to his heartbeat, but never finding it.
"What are you doing here?", Dream whispered into his ear. George shivered at his hot breath, tickling his ear.
"A lot of stress, y'know? Whenever I see you, it seems like every problem on this earth is solved.", George said, as he held him tighter, not wanting to let go yet.

He truly loved Dream and Dream loved him. They were made for each other. Dream was the only person, that understood the brunette. He accepted the smaller for who he was, no matter how he acted, what he said, how he looked, how he behaved, how.. when.. what.. where.. it didn't matter and George appreciated it so, so much.

Suddenly there was a loud thud.

George was back in his room again. His curtains were closed, filling his room with silent darkness. Sweat dripping down his forehead and a frown formed onto his light pink lips. His eyes were slowly closing again, wanting to go back. Back to his world, but he couldn't.

His throat was sore, his eyes were puffy and his hands were shaking a bit. He felt silent tears dripping fown his face.

"He's always in his room and never goes out!", he heard a familiar voice shout. His mother.

George shifted around, not wanting to hear any of it. He was tired of listening for hours and hours.
He was a good listener. Almost too good.

The warm tears hit his pillow, like a shard of torture.

His thoughts traveled to the blonde, making his heart ache. He missed how his smile and voice would give him the feeling of freedom, but it broke him at the same time. He missed how he made everything stop, but he also couldn't bare the feeling of Dream making him dependent. He couldn't let go yet.