Just Us and The Stars// Dreamnotfound

Mistakes

It was the final day that Dream and George would be together, considering that George's flight was leaving at 6 in the morning. George hadn't gotten any sleep from the night before.

Dream walks over and sits next to George on the couch, where he had been sitting for the past 10 minutes, zoned out.

"Don't think about it, George."

"How can I not? It is my last day until I have to go back to just listening to your voice through my stupid headphones," George says, still staring at the blank wall.

"I am not looking forward to it either but we can't let this ruin our last day together."

George scoots over on the couch, closer to Dream. He lays his head on Dream's shoulder and closes his eyes. Dream looks at George and sighs.

"George, can we talk please?" George moves his head off of Dream's shoulder and sits up, looking Dream in the eyes.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"The night that we confessed to each other in the field, it was a mistake," Dream says, shying away.

"What are you talking about?"

"It was a mistake. It was all a mistake. I shouldn't have said anything without knowing how I really felt."

"Dream what- Where is this coming from?"

"I have been meaning to tell you but I couldn't bring myself to. We just can't be together, George. It just isn't meant to be."

"So all the stuff you said was just what, lies? Does 'I mean everything that I said' actually mean nothing to you. I can't believe that you're doing this now. The day before I leave. You're unbelievable."

"Would you have preferred if I just kept pretending to be interested in you? Would you have preferred if I just continued to lead you on because I felt bad about hurting you? I am not a bad person for not caring about you like you care about me."

George's jaw dropped. The words that came out of Dream's mouth shot him in the chest, but not like the way that they used to. He could feel his face start to get warm and his breaths getting shallower. All the progress that him and Dream had made together was all gone. He wanted nothing more than to just go home now.

After the argument, George had ran to his room and started packing all of his things up. Warm tears that once spilled out of his eyes, now left sticky marks across his cheeks. There was now a hole in the wall next to one of the paintings, that George had punched out of anger.

He walks out of his room to get some of his clothes that he had left next to the couch. He prayed to every god imaginable that Dream would not be out there.

There was no sight of Dream anywhere to be seen. He searched the whole house, including Dream's room. Dream's keys still laid, collecting dust on the counter next to a bowl that contained the left over milk from the cereal that Dream had ate in the morning. George picked up the keys and got into Dream's car.

George was terrified of driving but he was more worried about Dream. He was furious with him but he just wanted to make sure that he was okay. He drives around along the roads of Orlando, still not finding Dream anywhere.

He pulls over and thinks to himself about where Dream could possibly be. It takes him a couple of minutes until he realized where he has to be. He turns the car back on and drive to the place where it all had happened.

He arrived at the field that had now made him feel lifeless and empty. He looks out to see Dream sitting where they had sat the night that things had changed between them. He walks over and takes a seat next to Dream. They sit in silence until George speaks up.

"You're right, Dream. It was better for you to tell me than just drag me on. I just wish that you told me before I got my hopes up. I'm not mad, I am just upset. I'm not upset with you though, I am upset with myself. I guess that I was just wishing that maybe there was hope for us?"

"You don't know what the future holds, but I just can't, not right now."

"That's okay, Dream. Is it alright if I wait for you?"

"I couldn't do that to you, George. What if it takes months, or even years?"

"You're worth the wait."