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(I'll write a thank you chapter after this. I also recommend playing Cloud 9 when the text says so :))!)
(Possible suicide otherwise suicidal thoughts)
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This was it I guess.

Dream and I.

Clay and I.

Done.

"I love you too" I said with tears in my eyes as I started packing my stuff.

"George you kno-"

"Dream. Clay. I know. You don't need to tell me."

"George stop."

I ignore him and continue gathering my shit.

I have tears in my eyes I'm about to break down.

I'm close to just getting in my car and just crashing it hoping I never wake up.

Never survive.

Dream i- was my everything.

"I love you.." I said before walking out the door to my car.

"George wait!"

"Dream you made your choice and I'm making mine." I said starting to cry.

Dream started walking faster off the porch towards my car that's when I fumbled with my keys to get it into the ignition.

Since I couldn't get it in since my hands were so shaking I just locked the doors.

Dream approached my car window.

"George listen to me, please."

"No." I said as I finally got my keys into the ignition.

I sped off as fast as I could.

I turned on the radio and my favorite song (for right now) Cloud 9 was playing.

(Start music)

I don't wanna seem the way I do..

But I'm confident when I'm with you~

Lately all I feel is bad and bruised.

Tired of tripping on my shoes.

But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating~

When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody..

Even when we.. "FADE EVENTUALLY LIKE NOTHING YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE FORM OF LOVING.."

Winds start to tumble from the sky.

You remind me how to fly.

Lately I've been feeling out of line.

Watch you bring me to life.

But when.. "HE LOVES ME I FEEL LIKE IM FLOATING WHEN HE CALLS ME PRETTY I FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY EVEN WHEN WE FAde eventually like nothing you will always be my favorite form of loving.."

"I cant do this anymore I need to see him. I NEED TO."

But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating when he calls me pretty I feel like I'm floating even when we fade eventually like nothing you will always be my favorite form of loving~

(Stop music if you want to-)

I pull into his driving to see his car there (thankfully)

I got out and ran up to the door with tears in my eyes.

I started banging on the door as loud and as hard as I could.

"DREAM!"

"DREAM!!"

"DREAM!!!!"

"CLAY.."

"Clay?"

There was no answer.

He was gone.

Gone.

-months later-

I've stopped going to school, stopped hygiene, I hardly eat.

Hardly even leave my house.

It's been about 5 months since I've seen Dream or anyone.

That was until now.

*knock*

*knock*

"George?"

A little too familiar voice said.

"Dream?"

I was holding back my tears.

"Yes. Yes it's me! Can you open the door?"

"No. No I can't."

I started dying my eyes out. I couldn't stop they just kept coming.

"Yes. Yes you can!"

"No, Dream you don't under- *cough* st- *cough* stand."

"George? Are you okay? Let me in I can help you."

"I don't want your help. You made your decision months ago. I've made mine from there. I bet you have a beautiful girlfriend or something.."

"I'm gay-"

"Oh. But that doesn't change anything."

"George you have 3 seconds."

"Fine"

*click*

I opened up the door.

He stepped in my apartment and said

"Oh..you.."

"I've stopped doing everything after you left one being cleaning."

*sniff*

"George where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall to the left."

"Come on. Your gonna get a shower. You stink. You look dead. You need sleep."

"I'm 19. I can take care of myself."

"George. You haven't showered in?? 3-4 month it smells like. Lemme take care of you."

"Fine but only for the week. (It was Sunday ofc. And it's about the middle of June ;))

-Saturday Night: 8:00 pm-

Just the week of Dream taking care of George he was doing better.

"Thanks Clay."

"Yes no problem but that's not the reasI showed up here.. I've been meaning to tell you this the day you left..."

"George..I- I love you. Deeply and truly. I didn't want to leave you. I never wanted you to leave. I was planning on quitting that job at the end of the school year bc I got offered a better paying job. But you just left and I didn't see you for months. I thought you died until I asked the school for address etc and that's how I found you. I finally found you."

He said giving George a kiss of the forehead.

"I love you, Mr. WasTaken."

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And you thought this was gonna end badly? Ha. But a thank you chapter is next :))!

(850 words)

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