Alone On This Path. // dreamnotfound

//dreams..//

TW: GORE, BLOOD, MENTION OF DYING.

WORD COUNT: 820

"Goodnight, I love you."

When Dream muttered those words, he could have melted into a puddle. Dream was so precious, like a gem. Dream had fallen asleep, George listening to his deep breathing; could be assumed for snoring. Soon after, he fell asleep.

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"Dreamm!" George yelled, looking over the bushes. Dream had spotted him, running closer and closer. George grinned, watching the other get closer. Running back to a field, a field of dandelions that never existed there before. "Wow" his breath was taken, dream on his left. George glanced over, jumping back in fear. A man who stood there with a line cut along his mouth, forming a smiley face. Eyes; gone. He held his breath, unable to do anything. Everything had gone wrong.

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George shot up, gasping for air. Dream's arms were still wrapped around his torso; waking him up. George was hyperventilating, he hated Gore and with one of his loved ones made it even worse. "George?" a groggy voice said behind him. "Are you alright?"

No answer.

"George?" Dream asked, this time sitting up; more confusedly. "Sorry." George said, slightly shaking. He didn't want to look back at Dream, even if it was just a dream; refusing to look back. "No-no, George.. What happened?" Dream asked, putting his arms around the shaking brunette. "Dream it's nothing, I'll tell you in the morning?" George asked, his british accent was heavy because he was tired. Dream hummed in response, laying back down. George was taken with him, laying back into their cuddly position. "I'm not letting go." He murmured before going back to sleep. George slightly blushed, still traumatized by what he witnessed. Surprisingly, he drifted off to sleep again. Not waking up till the morning.

--6 am--

Dream had woken up, his eyes adjusting to the small light that pierced through George's blinds. The blond let out a heavy sigh, not wanting to get up from their cuddly position. He stroked George's hair, placing a small kiss on the brits cheek before he got up. Giving a stretch and a groan. He remembered what had happened, George sitting up; face pail and everything. Dream sighed, glancing back at George as he walked out of the room. The blond was an early bird and often had school at 7 since he was assigned to them.

--8:20 am--

George's timer beeped, every morning. He had gotten used to it but it still irritated him because it was a new day and a new day to feel like shit. Knock Knock. "Hi Georgeeee~" Dream purred, walking in with a plate of who knows what. "Hello early bird." George teased, his voice all gruffed. Dream put the plate down, it had some toast and an egg. "Your breakfast~" George rolled his eyes, flipping over on his side. Giving Dream the view of his back. "I don't like your back very much, not as pretty as your face." He jokingly flirted, George blushed. George couldn't tell dream that he had been hiding the fact of crushing on the blond. "You're such an idiot." George murmured, turning around. "There's your pretty face." Dream grinned.

"Thank you," George said, blush sitting on his cheeks. "Class at nine!" Dream exclaimed, walking out. George looked at the clock, 8:24; scoffing. Class started at nine, he wasn't an early bird like Dream but he managed. 'Breakfast?' George though, staring at the egg and toast. It sadly sat there, he shrugged, taking a bite. George wasn't surprised, Dream was a very good cook. Not to mention he was hot as hell. George often didn't or refused to eat.. But I guess today was different. He finished off, Getting up, grabbing clothing and heading to the washroom. He showered like usual, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and other things for his own self care.

George got out and headed back to his room. The time read, 8:57. Logging onto his class, "Hello George!" the teacher's voice exclaimed, it rang though his headphones as he winched. "Hello.. Miss." George muttered, going back on mute as his other class-mates joined. Class went on like usual, by the end the teacher had dismissed everyone but George. "I know you have your other classes but I need to ask, why are most of your assignments late?" "Well, I've often been Anxious and upset, I guess you could say?" he explained, trying not to spill everything about his parents.. Dying recently. "If you're having struggles with work you can always email me and other teachers. Would you like to stop this assignment?" She questioned, kindly.

"No no, It's alright. I've just been struggling a bit and will notify you if I need.. Help." 

hihihi IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN SO UN-MOTIVATED AND EGH IM SORRY AGAIN BUT HERE! ILY ALL AND I HAVE SO MUCH PLANNED ITS CRAZY! ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU AND BYE BYE! <3 

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