dnf oneshots

done with ur shit

so.. ik i said no angst but.. i been craving it so sorry LOL
su1cidial thoughts, depression, cheating

GOOD ENDING THOUGH SO ENJOY!!!

george's eyes fluttered open, lingering on the empty spot next to him. he sighed, used to this.

he stood up, stretching and looking around at their apartment, feeling empty and devoid of feeling. he stared at the piling dishes, the dirty floor buried under mountains of clothing that they both refused to clean up.

dream.

george knew this relationship was toxic, and yet he stayed. he was so tired, of being left, so he tried his hardest to cling to this artificial relationship, his only thing closest to love.

love. how did it feel to be loved again?

he drifted off to sleep, too exhausted of everything to do anything. each day he was drifting from reality, into the land of depression which swallowed him whole greedily. dream was like that, too.

he would push george to the extreme with his mental state, not bothering to hide messy hickies, messy hair, messy clothing, everything was messy about him.

nothing was ever bright, and nothing had a purpose anymore. george didn't have a purpose. he rested all day, refusing to really eat anything more than some water and an apple.

he had the same thoughts surrounding his head like a dark cloud, always behind him. it always followed, weighing down his motivation. he was so lonely, he found himself talking to the dark cloud. maybe it was bad, but at least he had some company.

maybe i'm better off dead, he thought, letting the idea settle in his head comfortably. too comfortably.

yes, you are, he thought to himself.

the worst part was that he fully believed it.

he was shook from these awful thoughts by a loud slam. he sat up from the sofa, eyes following the messy man walk through, avoiding george.

"hey, dream. how was your time with alyssa?"

dream's head whipped towards him immediately.

"i wasn't with alyssa."

please, the hickies and kiss marks on your neck beg to differ, george thought.

"i don't want this anymore. whatever this is." george said, gesturing between them.

an awfully messy, toxic relationship that was always doomed to fail.

"i don't understand. i pay for food, i help with rent, and this is how you repay me? you're so ungrateful, george. you don't even care about me." dream ranted angrily.

maybe you would've felt bad at his words, but this happened too many times until george was completely numb from his words.

"dream, i just have a few words to say to you."

"spit it out, george, i have places to be."

"fuck you. fuck you and your dumb victim complex. i'm leaving, and i won't be here to catch you when you fuck up with one of your other hoes. you always needed me dream, you're a prime example of ungratefulness."

dream sputtered, not used to being talked back to. in a fit of angriness, he spat out at george.

"go fucking leave if you want. i don't need you, you're useless. you'll never survive without me."

george just smirked.

and so, in the following days, everything remained normal, and dream finally relaxed from the anxiousness gnawing at him. no, he wouldn't leave. he can't leave. he needs me,, he tried to reassure himself.