yellow sticky note//dreamnotfound

chapter 34

chapter 34
"i was only falling in love </3"

dreams eyes fluttered open, as he stretched his legs out.

he soon felt a weird feeling rush through him as he noticed george's absence.

"maybe in the bathroom?" dream thought, as he looked over to the door way of the room.

no light.

dream rolled himself off the bed, and rushed himself to the door, ignoring the dizziness of getting up too fast.

he turned his head both ways, there was no george.

no sign of anyone.

dream looked around the apartment that was now empty.

no one but dream and the memory that once aired the house.

like how it started.

dream felt panic rush over him as he found a piece of paper stuck to the counter.

his heart dropped as he read what it said.

it's like everything had stopped around him, and he was all alone.

he felt sick, as the note went on.

why would george do that.

dream slammed his fist onto the marble counter, letting bubbles of blood drip from his knuckles.

his mind raced through everything until it landed on one thing.

sapnap.

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dream panicked as he scouted to his room for his phone that hadn't been charging all night.

he flickered the screen on, sliding his shaking fingers across the screen looking for the contact.

dream- need hilp cm ndw

he couldn't focus on the keyboard as things caved in.

but what made his stomach grow hollow was the missed texts from sapnap from weeks ago.

sapnaps bubbled texts popped up and then went down, then popped up again.

sapnap- lmfao now you need me? mk. srry i'm busy.

dream dropped the phone as he read the text.

he slowly slid himself down the grey wall, as every slide of an inch hurt more.

tears drenched his sleeves.

dream brushed it off as overreacting, as everything calmed down.

he was such a baby, he had thought to himself.

the blonde wiped his face, hands became blurry as the room collided.

he needed someone.

but no one was there.

no one.

that's when he realized it.

the realization of guilt.

he can't put himself on his feet without getting attatched to others.

and that's how he got into this mess.

he scattered through the bathroom, throwing 2 pills of medication down his throat hoping for numbness to come along.

hoping it would go away.

dream sat on his phone, spam texting george, hoping for the reply he would never get.

it crushed him as minutes turned into an hour of waiting.

but nothing came apon.

nothing popped up on his screen.

every call was just a repeat of voicemail.

did he do something wrong?

is that why he left?

was he gonna return?

dream sat in the living room hoping george's figure would walk into the empty apartment.

more waiting was only drowning in no response.

there was no use.

it was a waste of time.

he wasn't gonna get george back.

nothing was to be the same.

what everyone had called "dream" was never returning.

words may seem harsh, but no matter how much it does. they are true. and there is no going back.