~•Talking to the moon•~

Chapter Ten

Acceptance.

The word was foreign to George before as his pride always went ahead and blocked it to be in his dictionary,  but right now was a good time to let pride aside for a whole day.

Was it really time for acceptance?  Just a few weeks ago,  he was so insistent on denying everything that happened and now he was going to accept his death?

Is that how this all worked?  He wouldn't have known. Emotions were a chore to understand. It almost made him irritated just by the fact there's so many things that mean the same thing, but put in a different category from eachother.

Emotions definitely was a chore to understand and he was sure everyone agrees with him.

He finally sat up from the bed he stayed in for the whole few weeks he stayed on it.  His back was cramped up as well as his muscles.  He hasn't used them for so long and he was only moving now after a few weeks. His body genuinely wasn't happy at the fact he was so sore from doing absolutely nothing.

It's funny how much he's change from loving being lazy to hating it because of one person's death.

He scolded himself.  Dream wasn't just a person and calling him that was insensitive.  He was a great part in George's life and the brunet promised to never forget him.

His feelings for him was another problem.  He couldn't exactly say that he'd fall in love again and trust someone like he did with Dream,  but only time can tell. 

He sighed out and stood up,  his legs screaming at him for standing up so suddenly while it was so cramped up.  He huffed and ignored the sting in moving and walked to the door,  opening it afterwards to find two heads snapping to his direction at the sound of the door.

Silence lingered around the three people in the house,  awkward tension around all of them.

George was thankful they still stayed even after yelling at them for ungodly amount of times.  He was more than grateful to have them as his friends.

Friends...

His eyes involuntarily teared up as he walked towards them and laid on them, sobbing on them.  Both of the people that were on the couch earlier let him fall on their laps as they patted his head, giving him the comfort her desperately needed.

It shocked both of them since the brunet was never one to cry. Yeah,  he was one to get mad and yell,  but crying was a different topic.  He had thick skin when it came to such things like those, but here he was now. 

He was deeply affected by Dream's death.  Both knew that and see it for themselves. 

They had a feeling of guilt gnawing at them for doing this to him,  but both knew that it was for the best.  Dream was too unhinged and too far down to be saved by anyone, even by the brunet.

Oh how wrong they were.

The brunet was aware that he had a chance to save him,  but time just wasn't on his side. It completely always hurt him when time pushes him farther away from something he desperately wanted to reach out for.

Time was against him. Time was against both of them. 

Both had to accept that.

One laid alive and in the comfort of his friends while one laid below the ground with regret being the last of his emotions.

Regret for doing this all for power. Regret for losing everything for power.  Including the man he loved so dearly.

Alas,  his thoughts have long been carried by the wind, travelling with them and whispering in the ears that dared to listen to his silent pleas. To his wishful thinking.

The same went for the brunet.  All his dreams about his future with the blond were gone and reality was finally setting up for him. What he thought were weeks turned out to be months. He was too slow while time moved faster than him even faster than light.

It just had to be like that.  He was painfully aware of the reality now and it hurt him so badly.

"But,  blaming yourself wouldn't do you any good." A voice whispered to him, soft and smooth,  clearly convincing.

He was definitely convinced and comforted by that simple sentence.  Like one particular person sent that whisper for him and only him. To save him from the hole he dug himself in.

'Thank you...' He thought to himself,  thanking the wind for the very thing he needed to hear. It definitely wasn't something one would want to hear to be comforted,  but to George?  It was everything.

The voice he was familiar with for years whispered to him not to blame himself.  He knew that he would and even sent that whisper for him.

Even till death,  he still cared about him to send messages like this.

Why'd he have to lose him?

His sobbing quieted down as the two friends parted to make space in the middle,  placing him there to comfort him.

Karl comforted him with a hug while Sapnap tried to coax him with words,  both doing good jobs at helping him. Comfort being given to him even though he didn't deserve it.  He did dig this whole himself and willingly fell inside, he was wondering why some people would let their ropes down on the hole to help him out when he willingly jumped in.

Some people just cared too much to let them leave so suddenly and George was ever grateful for those people.  They saved him one too many times and he has yet to repay them with the same intent.

Karl started whispering soothing words to him as well, his eyes drooping slightly as he listens in,  his ears suddenly ringing as a soft voice called out for him to join him in his slumber.

The happy dream he wanted the most was finally given to him.