That night, and the night after, and after that, George couldn't sleep properly. The haunting image of the mask kept re-appearing infront of him. It didn't matter how hard he tried to focus on everyday things, the smile would break through and shatter him on repeat.
He couldn't stand keeping a secret to himself, he always ended up telling someone but this time, he swore to secrecy.
Aswell as this, he made sure to self consciously keep a close eye on Dream's behaviour and at what times he left the house everyday or every so days. He had come to the conclusion that he normally left at around 5pm just as George began to finish his shift, so would get a quick glimpse of him every so often.
He always wore some sort of zip-up hoodie with his hood up trying to conceal as much of his identity as possible, but George would always recognise him anyways. How could he not?
There's no doubt in my mind that it's not him... but I just can't believe it. And why?
Why? Was the question that troubled George's mind. Until he simply had enough of it. He had an idea to follow Dream one time he just needed a date. One day that Dream never missed was a Friday. Every Friday he HAD to leave. So undoubtedly that would be the day George would follow him. He had two days till then.
He took a earlier shift that day without lettimg Dream know. After all if it was actually the masked man, he would be in deep shit and his nerves were already eating him up from the inside.
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Friday
George stayed at his work after his shift just to peep out of the window and wait for Dream. It was better than going back home and possibly accidentally bumping into him on his way out, so George figured it would be a safer option to stay behind.
A few minutes pass from when the clock struck 5, and there he was, almost perfect timing. The hooded figure scanning the area to make sure no one is following, before crossing the street and making his way down a neighbouring one.
It was his chance.
George zipped up his own hoodie and pulled his hood up slightly over his face. He gathered his nerves and left the building in a rush, sparking interest in a few of the customers and co-workers.
He kept at a fairly good distance away from Dream after he caught up with him. He was walking at a quickened pace, almost jogging so George had to lift his head up every so often to make sure he didn't lose him.
George was still nervous. Beads of sweat stuck to his face as he proceeded to basically stalk his bestfriend. It was one of the most nerve racking things he's probably ever done in his life, judging on how boring it was most of the time. But luckily his hood covered a large proportion of his face and no one would be able to tell from such long distance anyways.
George got lost in his thought for a moment until something tiny flashed in the distance. With a quick swipe, Dream took his phone out and it put it up to the side of his face like he was answering a call.
A call that, for some reason, made him freeze his step and turn his head back towards George ever so slightly, not as far to show his face however. George almost in sinc froze aswell, but quickly recovered his stride and peered down at his shoes trying to
not act suspicious.
act normal, act normal, act normal , act normal, act normal, act normal.
The beads of sweat returned and he started to panic. He lifted his head a bit to see how close he was getting to the figure before he would bump into him, but to his surprise he had disappeared. For that split second he forgot about how nervous he was just seconds ago, and instead felt the sudden rush of wind that shook him back to reality.
His panic then flooded back as quick as it left. Where the hell did he go? George caught up to the place where he last saw him and to the left of him there was a small opening which led to a forest. It could easily be looked over as the opening was concealed well by ivy flowing in from fences on either side. It didn't look too welcome, as you would expect, the gloomy sky was starting to get darker than it already was, and the trees where curling in like long, crooked fingers. It basically had the same feel like any other forest when it's dark and you're alone.
But this one... this one had a overwhelming feeling of repulsion which made George regret following Dream in the first place.
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Sorry I didn't update this in a while, hopefully I can get back into a rhythm. I've also seen a few people add this to their lists so thankyou so much <3
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The Boy at The Park
RomanceGeorge, the college drop out who moved to Central London to get away from his family's drama, finds his peace of mind going on his nightly walks around the brightly lit city, and outskirts. As dangerous as this may sound, it's only just him and his...
