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After he took Sapnap to the airport, he made a doctor's appointment for his hand. He ended up with bruises on his bones and just a few cuts, but no fractures or breaks. His hand has bandages placed on the cuts for them to heal and not get infected.

A few days ago, Sapnap came home from Karl's. Instead of talking about his time there, Sapnap immediately questioned him about George and if he's made contact. Though he assumed the answer, Sapnap still frowned when Dream told him they still haven't talked.

Dream takes a deep breath and lays down onto his back on his bed. He listens intently at the music filling his ears, and sighs as he opens Twitter. He types in an account and goes to it, then reads many of the replies to the tweets. It's the Dream's spotify account, tracking his listening even right now.

He lets out a sharp exhale as he reads the many replies of "is he okay?" and "who hurt him?" He laughs softly at the irony of his best friend, George, being the one who hurt him. He thinks it's hilarious because many of the comments also talk about the jokes of George being in Florida. He doesn't know if he wants that to be true or not.

Another song comes on and he frowns, but keeps it playing. He immediately knows what it is, and he can already think about the resemblance of the lyrics and his situation with George.

"Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'"

Dream squeezes his eyes shut as the lyrics fill his ears and echo in his brain. George left him, is he gone for good? Sapnap's words to George plays over and over again in his head, "Time isn't going to help you learn anything. It's just going to teach you how to get used to life without him." The song lyrics fill his brain and rot.

"Call me back" the song sings, and Dream repeats it out loud. He lets a tear fall and listens to the rest of the song.

"But nothin' is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go"

He starts to sob in his bed, placing his hands over his face. Let me let you go, he repeats over, and over, and over again. Why does it have to be this hard? Why did he have to fall for his best friend? Why did George have to stop talking to him? Dream wracks his brain, trying to search for answers. Another thought pops into his head. What did Sapnap mean about time?

"I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that"

He takes a deep breath and uncovers his face. He could just accept the way it is, move on from George and get used to not having him just like George is. What about the fans, though? What would they tell the fans? They would find out and know when they see them never interacting or be on each other's streams or in their videos. 

Many songs continue to play, and he watches the updates on the account and reads the same replies over again. He tries to ignore the comments about George, being too upset and in his thoughts read about him being with him in Florida. He moves to swipe out of Twitter, but then he gets a notification from George's tweet. He clicks on it and his face drops as he stares at an edited blond George in front of the "Welcome to Florida" sign.

"omg this place is awesome!" he reads above the image, and he clenches his jaw. He places his phone down and moves to his computer, wanting a distraction. Maybe he'll stream, or just play by himself. He's tired of seeing George act like they're fine.

His phone starts to ring from across the room, but he ignores it. He doesn't want to talk to anyone, he wants- needs a distraction. He loads up Minecraft as his phone stops blaring, and he lets out a relieved sigh when he notes that the person doesn't call back.

His face drops as it hits him. His phone's on do not disturb. His eyes widen as he begins to freak out, his breath starting to become shaky as he clicks out of Minecraft. He rushes to click on discord to check and see if it tells him he's offline, but he knows it probably says the opposite.

He sucks in a breath as he sees he's online, and as he goes to change it, a different tab slides up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dream curses, glancing between the red and green buttons. He takes a deep breath as he clicks answer, and he lets out another sharp exhale when he looks up and meets eyes with George.

Written: 4/17/21 Words: 844
oh fmg wtf

-moon ⎊

fin.

sequel is out it's called set me free :]