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"Fundy?"

"Oh hi Clay, just had a few questions about the smp, but it's okay if you can't call at the moment, sorry."

"Oh, no! It's o-okay."

His voice cracked through the last word as he desperately tried to stop the heavy tears from dropping down, but he couldn't stop them. Muffled sobs slipped out of his mouth as he thought about him. His best friend. Friend.

He didn't want to call him his friend.

He wanted more.

He wanted something he could never have.

"Clay?"

-

( Dream's pov )

Why was he calling me Clay? Not even George called me Clay.

"Clay."

I didn't mind it when he called me Clay, though.

"Clay I've got your location from Snapchat, I'm driving to you."

I tried to end the call, I tried to get up, I tried to go, I tried to say no.

But I couldn't.

George didn't even bother coming after me.

I could be dead.

I could be in pain.

He doesn't love me.

He probably doesn't even like me.

"I'll be there in 20, I promise it'll be okay."

Fundy reassured me, it felt good. It felt nice to be wanted.

I didn't feel wanted with George.

Pushing my thoughts about George out of my brain, I managed to mutter a word through my broken sobs.

"O-Ok."

-

George sat there, in the same place Dream had sat, reminiscing on the good times. The times when everything was good, and ok.

He felt like he ruined everything, if only he hadn't let his guard down.

Everyone leaves as soon as your true self comes out.

In reality, everyone has secrets, things they hide. Things they don't tell anyone out of fear of humiliation. George had too many, it felt natural to cover them up. It was all going perfect until he felt them overcome him, like a wave. A wave of guilt, pain, sorrow. The wave reached up to George and drowned him. He was getting drowned, pulled further and further into an abyss of nothingness. The person he loved the most couldn't even help. No one could help.

George remained alone.

Although, with all the mess that surrounded him, how long would he even remain alive?

-

Soon Fundy had arrived at Dream's location. He quickly noticed the hunched-over figure and ran over to him, throwing his arms around his muscular build.

"F-Fundy?"

"Yes, it's me Clay. You can call me Floris, though."

Fundy discretely smiled at the contact, Clay felt nice to hold in his arms.

"Let's go back to mine, you can tell me what happened later."

Nodding slightly, Dream stood up, entangling his hand with Fundy's as they paced small steps towards the car.