Colors of Love - Dream x OC

13.

I ran up to the spot where I had fainted, and my blue wasn't there.

"Dream, it's gone!" I sobbed, thinking I lost a piece of Wilbur.

"Hello!" an echoey voice rang out from behind a tree.

"Ghostbur! M-my blue.. It's-"

"Right here. It snagged on a branch while you fell, so I picked it up for you while you were being brought back to wherever Dream takes you," Ghostbur said kindly, twirling his finger motioning me to turn around. He clasped the necklace around my neck yet again, feeling the cold of my ghostly hands going through my neck.

"Ghostbur? What is blue? Well, what does it symbolize?" I ask him, Dream watching in the distance, close enough in earshot.

"Well, it sucks out sadness, to make you happy. That's why it was blue when I gave it to you. It sucked out your sadness about Wilbur. Happy!" Ghostbur explained, looking down at her vial.

"Well, I really appreciate it, Ghostbur. I won't take it off." I smiled and waved at the friendly ghost, and walked to meet Dream.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"Ghostbur was just holding onto my blue for me. Everything's fine," I say hugging around his waist, face buried into his chest. He hugged onto me, swaying back and forth.

"I don't say this often enough, but you're really beautiful," he coos, with his chin on my head.

"Thank you, bubs," I reply, looking up at him. "You're always pretty..- I mean, handsome?"

"Hah, thanks." I look back up the path, to the clearing where Wilbur rests.

"C-can we maybe... Pick some pansies and place them at Wilbur's grave?"

"Of course," he says to me, starting to gather some of the beautiful flowers. He hands me his bundle, and I walk over to his grave. Dream doesn't follow me, so I can have some alone time with Wilbur.

"Hey, Wil. I miss you!" A single tear running down my face. "What's it like up there? Pretty, I hope." I placed the flowers by his headstone, and talked to him for a while. I talked myself into a deep state of fatigue, depression maybe, and passed out there on the spot.

I stirred awake in the all too familiar emerald green sheets, where my eyes adjusted to the light seeping through the window. I rubbed my eyes, looking around the room. And there I saw Dream himself, sitting at the desk in his room. I groaned and layed back down, catching the attention of the man.

"Hey, princess, how are you feeling?" He asked, and to this I rolled over in the sheets and laid face down into my pillow.

"Play nice, babe," he says, looking down at me.

"Babe?" I asked, having never heard him call me that before.

"Yeah, babe. Lor, I wanted to ask you this a long time ago, because we never really made it 'official'."

"What are you asking, Clay- Dream?" He chuckled at my response, seeing the confused look on my face.

"I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to be mine." I audibly gasped, but I did know this was coming.

"D-Dream? Me?" I ask, quite shocked.

"Yes, you princess."

"I- I- Yes," I finally managed to sputter out. Dream leaned down and kissed my forehead, and walked back to his desk.

"Whatcha doin?" I say, standing up to go see.

"It- It's nothing. Don't come over here." He asserted with dominance, which kind of scared me.

"I'm coming over, Dream," I speak, as he scrambled to hide what he was doing. I peered over his shoulder giving him a hug from behind the chair.

"Aww, are you looking at your stalker photos of me?" I coo into his ear, causing his face to go red.

"I- I guess you just look pretty," Dream admits, and turns his chair to face me. I give him a kiss, and walk down the hall to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple, and took quite a big chomp out of it, when I felt eyes on me. I whipped around, and saw two boys in front of me.

"George? Sapnap?" I say, looking at the two men.

"So he finally did it, huh?" Sap asks.

"Did what?" I ask, oblivious to his question.

"He asked you to be his girlfriend," George states, and I look at him with wide eyes.

"Y-you guys heard that?" I stutter, mortified.

"I want you to be mine." Sapnap teases, to which I speed walk over to him and punch his shoulder.

"You guys are literally so stupid."

It's been a month since I had woken up from my coma, and it's been really difficult on me. I had almost stopped eating completely, but the boys forced me to eat. I kept in good hygiene, but I'd rarely come out of my room. I almost all of the time had the door locked, because when Wilbur's death finally sunk in, it hit me like a bus. I'd spend most of my days laying alone in my bed, under the covers crying. I sobbed as quietly as possible, but today, I just let it out. I was having a particularly bad day, when I heard a quiet knock on the door.

"Lor? Can I come in?" The voice was muffled, almost barely hearable. I stood up and walked towards the locked door. I unlocked it, and slid under the covers again. The door opened and revealed Dream, who closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Hello, my love. It's been a while since I've seen you," Dream said softly, which made the butterflies in my stomach start swirling.

"Dream?" I say, turning over to face him.

"Yes, darling?"

"W-why does everyone leave me? First my dad, now Wilbur. This isn't fair at all..." I covered my face with my blankets and sobbed into them.

"Lor, you know I'm still here, right?" he assured, as his calloused hand stroked my hair. "Why haven't you come out of your room?"

"I don't know, I feel like you guys hated me or something," I sniffled in the blankets, when I felt Dream's body lay down in front of me. He hugged me close, making me feel safe.

"Lor, we could never hate you, you're too special." He continued to whisper sweet nothings in my ear until I had fallen asleep. 

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