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"They aren't even to 'Mask,' just ignore them, George, please" Dream begs, swiping back to the call screen. He feels as if he's there, George could see him. He could see him and see his pain and regret and pleads, and George would ignore the lyrics. However, he cannot see him through the phone call screen. George can sense his pleading and regret, but that just makes George even more nervous and scared.

"'404,' that's obviously a reference to me, Dream. It's my whole brand, Error 404: George Not Found" George lets out a shaky breath as he rambled out sentences. Dream tugs at his blond hair, wanting to scream and cry. He lets out a harsh breath of air as he realizes there's no getting out of this one.

"Uh, yeah- George, it's about you" he answers blankly. George is silent for a moment, only the sound of his harsh exhales coming through the speaker. He hears a rustle and static, then George speaks back up breathlessly.
"Dream, w-what do the lyrics mean? I have quite an idea, but I just want- need confirmation" George questions, pressing on the subject.

"C-Can we move to Discord, I really want to see your face right now" Dream questions, clutching his desk chair in his other hand. George has a sharp intake of breath, then sighs as he thinks about it.
"Sure, I guess" George answers, then ends the call. Dream got into his chair and logs onto his computer, then stares at the Discord screen. He truly believes George is just going to leave him there, never want to speak again or figure out more. However, a ding is heard and he sees George in vc.

He automatically won't have his own camera on, so he's good to go to enter. His eyes light up slightly, but quickly droop as he sees George with his hair ruffled, cheeks flushed and face pale, lips red from biting them, and eyes looking frightened.

"Dream?" George asks, and for a split second it sounds like every other time George calls his name on or off-camera.
"George" Dream calls back, he clutched his stomach with one hand and squeezes his bicep with the other. He feels sick to his stomach, he doesn't know where this is headed.

"What do they mean?" George looks at the camera and Dream's heart sinks. He feels like George is staring into his soul, burning the honey out of his bones and lighting all of his organs on fire. His chest burns, and he sucks in a sharp breath that makes him cough. Maybe he's dying, he thinks for a moment, maybe this is where I die all because of fear.

"Okay, George," Dream starts, voice wavering, "I, uh, they mean- God, George, you know, don't you? Why must I say it?" George rolls his eyes somewhat harshly, and it makes Dream want to actually let out his tears.
"Well, why won't you tell me? Why did you not?" George questions, voice raising a little. Dream winces and closes his eyes, "Not tell you what?"

George drops his head in his hands, then slowly looks back up at the camera. Dream can see tears filling his brown eyes, "Dream, please." Dream takes a deep breath and stares into George's eyes through the screen, even though George cannot see him.
"George, I really, really like you" he finally admits.

It happens in an instant. George's eyes shut, a tear falls, a shaky breath escapes his lips, and then four words leave past his lips.
"I need to go" George states, opening his eyes and blinking away more tears. Dream's eyes widen, fear and desperation shoot through his body and mind and soul, "George, wait!"

The sound of someone leaving the vc echos through Dream's headset as his eyes meet his own icon in the vc.
"George?" Dream mutters out, eyes dancing across the screen for a sign of him. He clicks on his friends list and looks for George, then watches as his icon turns from green to grey. Dream lets the tears escape, along with the honey feeling.

Written: 4/15/21 Words: 695
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