Do you love me or do you like feeling loved?

Chapter 1

The tears stream down his face. "I just dont FUCKING get it Dream! You can't just-" he stopped, hiccuping on his sobs. His face steels. "You can't play with my feelings like this. It's not fair. I know you care about me, but god, you have a weird way of showing it." His voice grows desperate. "I just. I don't get it. Do you love me or do you like feeling loved? Because if youre keeping me around just for that, its pretty fucking selfish." Dream gives him a pleading look, and George grows angry. "You know what? Save it. I don't want to hear it right now. And I'm done with your excuses. Find me when you have something meaningful to say."

He turns on his heel and all but runs down the stairs, slamming the door behind him. It's raining, because his life couldn't get any worse. The tears are obstructing his vision, and he can't see where he's going but that's okay because all that matters is that he gets away from here. Street signs blur together and his legs ache but he keeps going. Maybe the searing pain in his legs would distract him from the overwhelming loneliness in his chest. The wind is blowing and its so fucking cold but he cant even feel it, because of how completely and totally miserable he is.

He finally comes to a stop at a park and collapses on a bench. Sobs wrack through his body and he's shaking and hyperventilating. I loved him so much and it never even meant anything. I gave him everything I had. I spent days just caring for Dream and for what? He felt like an idiot. He should have known better.

Looking up, he realized he had no idea where he was. He pulled out his phone to call someone for a ride home, but the screen was just dark. Why did it have to die now? Looking around, a blanket of helplessness settled over his bones. How would he get home? He had no idea where he even came from. The tears started pouring again as he shook. He was helpless, and alone. He didn't even have anywhere to go. He had been staying with Dream during his trip to the USA, but he couldn't bear to look Dream in the eyes right now.

He shivers in his hoodie, and he looks down. Tears almost well up at the sight. Of course he would be wearing his Dream hoodie right now. He takes it off, and throws it into the waste bin at the park. He regrets it immediately, because it's raining and windy but he just can't stand the thought of anything to do with Dream right now. His legs feel like led, but he moves to sit under a doorstep just to get out of the rain. His eyes close and head falls back. He is truly miserable.

After what seems like hours, the pure misery in his chest has settled into a vague feeling of emptiness. He stood up, shaking slightly, and walked into the nearest business. Holding his breath, he walks up to the counter.

"Hello, I'm a bit lost and I was wondering if you could help me?" He asked the young barista hopefully.

"Oh hello! Yes, I can help. Are you british?" She asked, with a cheery smile on her face. He chuckles good-naturally and nods his head. "So, where do you need to go?"

He thinks for a moment. "Uh. Utah Ave NE?" He says, unsure of himself. That doesn't seem to matter though, because her face lights up.

"Oh! That's not too far, actually! So what you're gonna do is go straight down this street right here for about a mile until you hit Claremont, and then make 2 lefts and a right. Do you need me to write it down for you?" He nods his head sheepishly, and she grabs a pen and paper. As he's watching her writing it down, he notices she has incredibly neat handwriting. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" She smiles again.

He feels like a bother. "Um. If it's not too much trouble, could I also borrow a phone? Mine died." He blushes in embarrassment, but she doesn't seem to notice. She just leads him to the telephone on the wall and leaves him to talk on his own.