rooftops

chapter 29 ~ hallway

• mature language
• implications of a panick attack

Georges pov=

I dont know what to think.

My tears blur my vision as I turn through the streets of the city, but everyones too busy to be paying attention to me.

Every time I wipe my eyes the tears just end up coming back in more amounts, until I give up and let them spill over.

Wilburs apartment isnt that far away, and im so greatful id memorized at least these few roads.

I cant remember if Dream had even told him we were coming back, so I hope Wilburs okay with me being here.

Too much is flying around in my head. I cant think straight, or properly process anything that had just happened.

The apartment block isnt as big or confusing as Dreams, so its alot easier to navigate my way around the familar lobby and to the elevators.

I get some peculiar stares from a couple of people, but I end up ignoring it.

"Come on" I beg, slamming down on the elevator buttons impatiently.

The elevator dings, and the doors slowly slide open.

Im praying that Wilburs apartment is number 12 like id remembered, otherwise ive just started banging on a random door.

But Wilbur does open the door, a smile on his face before he spots me.

"George?" he asks, dumbfounded.

All I can do is nod my head before I can feel everything id been pushing away start to surface.

"Whats wrong? Are you alright?" he continues asking, pulling me into a hug.

And then I cant take it anymore.

I start crying, I dont let myself hold anything back like I had been for the past hour.

Wilbur doesnt question anything, he just holds me as I sob uncontrollably into his arms.

My knees eventually give way, but Wilbur doesnt try holding me up. He sinks down to the floor with me, not letting go.

"Hey hey hey, youre okay, youre fine, take a breath" he hushes.

I wonder what people would think if they saw me and him sitting on the floor of the hallway.

I feel like a fucking idiot, I feel weak and pathetic, but I dont know what else to do.

Every part of me wants to get up, to stop crying like a child and explain whats happened.

But the tears wont stop, and I dont want Wilbur to let me go.

It feels like ive just been dunked into the freezing cold ocean, and right now Wilburs a warm wave keeping me steady.

I can feel his hand rubbing my back, im guessing hes doing it to try to calm me down. Its working though.

My tears eventually run out, and thats when Wilbur deems it as safe to start talking.

"Are you hurt?" he asks me.

I shake my head, afraid if I speak ill go into another meltdown.

Im staring at his grey t-shirt, confused as to why it has wet blotches stained down the front.

It takes me a minute to realize that those wet blotches are from me.

"Can you walk? Youll be comfier if you can get inside" he tells me, propping his arms underneath my elbows, ready to help me up.