"H-hey, George." George had replayed this voice in his head so many times, it felt surreal to hear it outside of his mind.
"Clay?"
"Yeah, um, it's me."
"I miss you." George could barely utter a word. His voice was shaky.
"I miss you, too. A lot." He hesitated, "I just needed to hear your voice."
"Okay."
"How are you?" Really? How was he?
"I'm not great, Clay."
"I-I'm sorry."
"It hurts."
"I hate myself for doing this to you." Then why did you do it?
"Then take it back."
"I can't, George."
"You can."
"Don't you see that this is my fault? I'm responsible for your pain."
"I just want you. I'll be fine."
"Why don't you hate me?" He wished he could.
"Because I love you!"
"You should hate me, I'm breaking you."
"I don't want this to end, Clay, please."
"I wish it didn't have to."
"It doesn't have to!"
"It already has. Because of me."
"I'll forget, I don't care, I want this."
"George, I'll hurt you more." George heard a shuddered breath, "I needed to say goodbye."
"No, Clay. I'm not saying goodbye. Don't do this."
"George, I love you. I'm sorry."
"If you were sorry you'd want to fix this!"
"I've already ruined it!"
"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't fucking care! I'll come back."
"Stop saying that."
"No, it's the truth."
"I'm trying to do this for you."
"I don't give a shit, Clay. I want to be happy and I'm happy with you."
"But, I broke you."
"Then fix me."
"I..." It was muffled, "I'm sorry." The call was ended.
Agonizing realization struck, wow.
Crying felt pointless. He'd mourned, he already knew it had ended, but the confirmation stung. Things would be different, everything would be different. George needed to envision a future without Clay, or Dream, in it ever. He'd never be able to see the other in a platonic sense either, it would hurt too much. And, it'd be unnatural in videos and streams, the fans would end up hating one of them, choosing sides, so professionally their relationship had died as well. It was all dead.
It was over.
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Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound
RomanceThe overwhelming chemistry between them and debilitating, omnipresent yearning for each other had grown to be too much for George and Dream to handle virtually. Discord calls and Minecraft worlds were only fabricated realities, after all. They had t...
