water droplets //dnf//

ch21: c'est ça l'amour

⚠️tw: there will be mentions of abuse

~Dream POV

"your boyfriend?"

He looks at me defeatedly, like he has disappointed me or something.

"george.. nothings wrong with that."

"i know.. i just really don't like him."

"..and, why is that georgie?"

He gives me a stare that implies he doesn't want to talk about it, which I was fine with. I didn't want to pressure him into anything. As I was rubbing soap on his chest he grabs my hand. I peer up to him and he's just looking at the water filling the tub.

"is something wrong"

"no.. you're just perfect dream"

I take my soapy hand and softly grab George's hand, barely turning his head to face me. We lean in but not too eagerly. Our lips lock together, I didn't want George to work too hard for it so I'm the one leaning over the tub to kiss him. When the kiss ends, we share an intimate stare. Which says everything we need it to. There's a moment of silence before I continue lathering soap across his body.

"his name is frankie.."

I stop.

"your ex?"

"yes."

"okay.."

"clay.. don't freak out"

".. about what georgie?"

*TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE*

He was really starting to worry me. I set the rag down and let my eyes lock with his, but he quickly looked down.

"frankie.. he... he used to hurt me."

"what do you mean 'hurt you' "

His eyes start to water again.. I'm not prepared for what he's about to say.

"i wanted to break up with him. i felt guilty for liking guys. when i tried to walk out.. he... he hit me."

I couldn't say anything. My mind was racing on whether to be mad at Frankie or worried about George.

"after that i just stayed. i was too scared. he kept hurting me though. hitting me any chance he got. i always blamed myself. and he took advantage of it and kept hurting me. that's where i got this mark."

His tears dropped quicker as he lifted his arm to reveal a mark on his side. I've saw it before but I never knew it came from abuse. I've always admired the markings on his skin for their beauty, but I have never thought about the past that is now laced onto George's skin.

My mouth falls agape, and my words fall short. I let the tears soak my cheek as I look at George, just wanting to take away his pain.

"that's why i flinched, when he.. when he grabbed my hand."

"oh god-"

I broke. I quickly took off my shorts and sat beside George in the tub. I was completely sobbing at this point. I scoot behind him and wrap my arms around him like I haven't seen him in forever. George's emotion stayed the same through the whole thing, just complete and utter sadness. But also guilt?

"bab- baby. you're so perfect georgie. i would never hurt you. please know i wouldn't. you deserve everything. i wouldn't of let him do that to you if i knew. i'll kill that bitch. fuck this!", i mutter the words quicker and more slurred than intended.

I try and stand but for once George weighs me down. The weight of the world finally against me. Why now?

"dream. stop."

"george.."

"that's why i was scared.. when you first told me you liked me. because you said i hurt you and.. i would never want you to feel what i felt-"

He stops his sentence as I squeeze my arms tighter around him. This moment was terrible yet unforgettable. I will never forget hearing George's painful voice crack as he told
his story.

*TW: OVER*

The room is silent other than the sound of faint cries.

"sing to me dream."

His words are faint and muffled but, I still barely managed to hear him. I loosen my grip.

"what?"

"sing. just for me"

*start song*

My arms that were wrapped around his arms, make their way to his waist. My hands rub his side as I start to hum. I could feel his back ease into my chest as I began the lyrics..

"c'est ça, l'amour
hm hm mhm
le grand amour.
l'amour qui fait chanter la vie.

là dans tes bras
hm hm mhm
je said déjà
que mon bonheur est infini"

I focus on his chest rising and falling at adante tempo. He sniffles quietly and wipes his nose before I continue. Singing isn't my favorite thing but.. I'd do anything for George. Especially right now.

"tu est ce que j'attendais
tu est mon rêve fou."

I sigh quietly before barely emitting the last line.

"c'est ça, l'amour"

I kiss his rosy cheek and I can feel him smile. I'm not sure if he knew what song I was singing or what it meant but, either way, I made him smile.

"i'm glad i have you georgie"

"you always will"

⚠️: short chapter alert..

i just didn't want to end it off weird so idk

⚠️: BTW ALL OF C'EST ÇA L'AMOUR WAS A GUES ANSNSSHSB.

like i've taken a lot of french classes so i tried it from memory so DONT JUDGE IF ITS WRONG LMAO