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15 - dear george, ; i knew you once | dodie

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after george's funeral, phil cleaned out the house and spearheaded the orphanage along with wilbur. techno has retired, choosing a violence-free life, tommy and tubbo are just living their best lives, and wilbur has healed people with his songs. phil didn't really expect to find anything, but he was a little surprised to see dream's handwriting on a piece of homemade paper. a letter for george. phil assumed dream wrote this when they ran out. what his son did was stupid, but it worked, the people from flavus didn't actively search for them.

phil missed dream, he really did. and so, to heal his heart even for a little bit, he opened the letter.

dear george,

if you read this, chances of me being dead is higher than of me being alive. none of this is your fault, george. i did it so they'd leave you alone, they'll never come after you again, now that impius is gone and now that i'm gone.

the concept of soulmates is peculiar, to say the least, but i like it nonetheless, for it's about a connection so strong that it binds two people for eternity. was it magic? science? fate? i'm not so sure myself.

i was looking everywhere else when you caught my eye, you looked breathtaking in your sweater. i was stuck in my reverie and the dead butterflies in my stomach revived themselves upon the news of your existence. they then visited the budding flowers that have embedded their roots in my lungs, and my heart? my heart had it bad, it craved for your embrace, and it thrashed around when you approached me. i wanted to talk to you but my throat was dry and my tongue was rendered useless.

on our fourth date, you gave me a jar of burnt moondust and a deck of tarot cards. i was so ecstatic and rambled on and on about astrology and energies, you smiled and listened, telling me facts you know yourself occasionally, you were smart and that also made me fall deeper and deeper for you. I took a breath, blew the moondust and made a wish.

"what did you wish for, dream?"
"i wished that we'll stay together forever."

you've coaxed my heart out of my chest with nasally and breathy whimpers of sweetheart and darling. you made me melt at the soft tones as you whisper my name, it easily rolled off of your tongue and i was hypnotized by your voice.

i don't believe at love at first sight, but when i saw you, that was thrown out of the window. i felt connected to you, like you were my compliment - my missing piece, if you will. and whenever we were together, i felt complete.

attraction turned into love real quick, and i was fascinated with every little thing you'd do; i loved your handwriting, and your voice and your hands. when you'd play the guitar, i was mesmerized, hypnotized.

you have a beautiful soul; a soul so beautiful and lovely poets would love to write about it, they would compose hymns about it and only the best singers would sing it. you were unique and rare, one of a kind, and i was happy because i got to call you mine, and i was yours. you were you and that was more than enough, it's really easy to write about you, it was natural - like breathing.

i have nothing left without you here with me. all i have are wilted flowers, burnt espressos, unused dress shirts, a broken deck of tarot cards and acid soaked stars. you were the sun and i was the moon, we were both beautiful celestial bodies who watched the first dandelion bloom on our garden, but i suppose the eclipse is already over and we have to distance ourselves from each other for safety.

to be honest, i didn't know i'd be this happy. if i go back in time and tell my young self that everything will get better even for a few years, he won't believe it.

i've lived a short life, but i guess i'm happy with that.

yours,
dream

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techno sat outside the small cottage, the breeze gently messing with his pink locks as he stares up ahead.

"penny for your thoughts, technoblade?" tommy smiled, sitting beside his older brother. "seriously though, are you alright?"

"yeah. just thinking." techno answered.

"about what?" tommy asked, moving a little closer.

"dream, everything i guess." techno responded, tearing a piece of grass apart and throwing it down on the ground. "i knew what he asked of me was stupid, and what he planned was stupid. but i didn't say anything, because i was also mad at impius. george made dream so happy, tommy. i don't like the idea of him being soiled like that."

"well, in my opinion. that was pretty stupid." tommy started, "but, you're a person, dream's a person, and impius fucked up by poking the dream bear with a metaphorical stick. you both acted out of anger, but your intentions were good. impius was cruel."

"i just, i don't know." techno sighed, "whenever dream is blinded by anger or any other emotion, i should be rational, same goes with me. whenever i was impulsive, dream made me realize how stupid i was. but we were both blind."

"techno, for what it's worth, i think you're a good sibling. you were being a good brother to dream, and, believe it or not, i think he went to his eternal sleep in peace." tommy reassured techno, "i know you think dream and george should've spent years together and grew old together, but, fate finds a way. maybe, they'll get a better ending in another life."

"thanks, i think you're a decent trash gremlin too." techno joked.

"hey! i was trying to be nice." tommy smacked techno's shoulder lightly.

"i know." techno smiled.

"tommy! techno! wilbur tried to eat a bee!" tubbo rushed to them, with wilbur following behind.

"wilbur, what's wrong with you man?" tommy asked, laughing in between his words.

"i wanted to hear the bee scream as it was crushed between my teeth, but tubbo stopped me." wilbur explained, he was monotonous but you can see him suppressing a smile.

techno watched his younger siblings joke around and argue, a small smile resting upon his face. they were happy, and he hopes dream and george are too.