water droplets //dnf//

nightfall

‼️:mentions of suicide

~George POV

I hold his hand. For the last time. I kiss him. For the last time. I talk to him... for the last time.

"don't be too long."

He smiles at me. That smile that made my day oh-so many times.

My eyes don't leave his body once. Watching as he steps out of the room. Seeing his body move for the last time. All of our lasts.

I hold my breath as he leaves, not able to focus on anything but him. I gasps as he shuts the door, reaching quickly to turn the lock.

This is happening.

I step back and think. My mind racing imagining the possible outcomes. But it's not stopping me.

I let my body go, walking wherever is decides is best. I find myself grabbing the letters I wrote a few days prior. Deep down I knew I'd need them, I might've told myself it was just a note.. but I knew the true intention.

I examine the 3 letters. I first check my note to the viewers. A kind message about how much I appreciate them.

Then my letter to the world. A love-hate relationship. Consists of being thankful for the world bringing me Dream, but hating it didn't give me enough strength to stay with him.

A lastly, my letter to Dream. My eyes scan the words. Cringing at the spelling errors and sloppy handwriting. But it was exactly what I wanted to write. It's everything he needs to know. That's it.

Next is something to wrap them with. I walk to our suitcases. I brought a brown jumper, the one that Dream always let me wear. The one I was wearing during our first kiss.

I miss the magical feeling of when we first kissed, when we thought we'd be happy forever. The feeling of rain falling down on us as we share our beginnings.

My hands stroke the fabric. The soft fibers feel so familiar, bringing me back to the night of our kiss. When we didn't know we'd have so many problems. We thought it was perfect.

I squeeze the dark cloth once more before grabbing the letters. I neatly fold them in the sweater, leaving the jumper on the table.

Some random part of me is waiting. Waiting for Dream to walk through the door and stop me. But the rest of me knows my fates already been set.

Subconsciously I've had this planned out for a while, I knew what I'd write. I knew how I'd do it. Now I just have to execute the plan. I'm trying to find anything I'm missing.

But I have everything.

Everything they need to know is it the letter.

I feel it. The magnetism of the balcony. It's time. I'm ready.

Here we go.

This is it.

Here we go.

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