Drowning (DreamNotFound)

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George awoke the next day, immediately remembering the night before. After hearing some shuffling, Dream hurriedly ran into the living room. Dream had slightly remembered what happened and he felt awful. After George had left the club, he was forced to get his own Uber and sulk in his feelings. 

"George, wait," he said to his boyfriend as he tried to walk out the door. Dream grabbed his hand. "No, please George. Stay. We can talk. Please." George angrily turned to face Dream, wrenching his hand from Dream's. "What's there to talk about? It's over." Dream sighed heavily. "George wait, please just stay. You can't drive and I don't want you on the roads without a license. Something bad could happen. Please stay here." 

"Fine. I'll stay, but we aren't talking about it." He slipped the ring off his finger. "Oh, and take your stupid ring." He threw it at Dream and began to cry as he ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Dream didn't follow him. He needed to give him some space. 

He waited and waited for the boy to come out of the bathroom. He never intended to do that. It wasn't his fault. The girl pulled him down and wouldn't let him go, and he was too drunk and weak to free himself from her grasp. He hurt George and it killed him.

After an hour of waiting for George, he got up and walked to the bathroom. Sobs could be heard from outside the door. "G- George. Please let me in." He didn't answer. "George please I need to make sure you're okay. I need to make sure you didn't do something you'll regret. Please let me in." George sighed. "Fine." He got up unlocking the door and opening it.

A familiar scene met Dream's eyes. George's eyes were red and puffy and he was bleeding all down his arms. "George," he whispered. "I'm sorry, let me explain please." George nodded reluctantly and sat down in the corner of the bathroom as Dream scooted next to him. "It wasn't my fault," he started. "That girl. I don't remember much, but I do remember being suffocated and I couldn't move. I didn't do it on purpose, George. I would never do that to you" 

George sobbed once more. "I- I don't believe you." Dream moved his hand to rest on George's chin, angling his jaw up to face him. "Look at me, George. I love you. I would never do that to do, I promise." George paused. "I just- I don't think I can do this right now." He moved his head away from Dream's hand. "We're better off friends for now." Those words made Dream regret everything. Why did he have to take George to the club? Why did he have to drink? What the fuck was wrong with him?

His eyes softened and his face dropped, along with his heart. "O- ok. I understand. You need time. Please just let me do one more thing before it's over." George tilted his head in confusion as Dream pressed their lips together quickly and desperately. George began to speak but Dream stopped him. "Don't say anything. It hurts too much already. The two adjusted themselves, looking forward as they sat in silence.

-

The days that went by were not enjoyable. Soon enough they were at the airport sitting in Dream's car. "I guess this is goodbye." George paused for a moment, looking down at the ground. "I guess it is." Dream sighed as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "Look, Dream, I know it's hard to just be friends but I need time. Please." Dream pulled George in for a hug. "Of course. I know you need time but it's so hard knowing that you aren't mine." George's cheeks flushed red and tears began to form in his eyes. "I know." 

He began to step out of the car, pushing the door shut once he was out. The two waved at each other before George turned to face his destination and walked away, leaving Dream alone. Dream hadn't felt this depressed since before he met George in person. He had a feeling that he couldn't explain. A gut-wrenching sensation that made him want to crawl up and die. It was sickening. Why was he so hurt?

He loved George so much that it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. When he finally arrived home, all he did all day was lay in bed. He didn't have the energy nor motivation to move. As he lied there, he fought the urge to cut again. Instead, he grabbed the special brownies he had leftover of and took way too many. Soon, he was passed out on the floor. At least he wasn't thinking about George. Right?

-

There he stood, surrounded by water. He was in the ocean? Except it was shallow. The water only went up to his waist. There was no land either. He was in the middle of nowhere. He was scared. How did he get here? "Dream." He turned his body quickly to face the voice. "Sapnap? Where the hell are we?" And just like that, Sapnap disintegrated into the air. "What the fuck? Sapnap!"

"Dream," a voice whispered in an eerie, echoey tone. "What the hell?" He turned around. Nothing. Then, the voice appeared behind him. He again turned around. Still nothing. This happened for another minute until he broke down. He began to cry and lost his balance, falling back into the water. 

He shut his eyes and when he opened them, he was on a beach. He looked around before feeling a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned his head to see George standing above him. "Hi," George said softly. "What are we doing here?" George shrugged. "This is all in your head, Dream. Isn't it beautiful?" 

George reached out a hand from which a glowing butterfly appeared. "How did you-" George chuckled. "This is a dream. You can do anything," George explained. "Anything?" George tilted his head in confusion. "Yeah, anything," he laughed before being pulled into Dream. Their lips pressed together and George pulled back. 

"What are you doing?" 

"You said anything." 

"I know but we're just friends. Why did you kiss me?"

"George, we were dating. Do you not remember that in my dream?"

"Were? You said 'were'. Did something happen?"

"I- um. We went to a club and I got drunk. There was a girl and she kissed me and I-"

"Sh. I can't remember us dating, so why don't we make new memories?"

George pulled down on Dream's collar as he pressed their lips together. The kiss was better than anything he had ever felt. It was so euphoric.