𝓔𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼𝓮

Time is a murderer...

Well a year went by and the three of them had the time of their lives. They laughed, they gamed, they cried, they loved and they prospered.
It was a Sunday morning and George was scrolling through Twitter as he usually did. Patches was curled up on her bed, he giggled as she let out a little Meow. Dream rolled over and stretched his arm across George's chest.

"Morning Sunshine" he said huskily, his voice still hoarse from his deep slumber.

        George turned to look at him, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Good morning" he laughed.

Something had come to George's attention, he was looking at the trending page and saw that #Dreamwasfound was trending. First he played it off as a new ship name but decided to look anyways to see if there was any cool fanart or what it was all about. What he saw caused him to sit up rapidly and rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Dream looked concerned "Everything okay George?" He said stretching and sitting up to rest his chin on George's shoulder.

It was a picture. How could there be a picture. A picture of Dream in real life, clear as day but it wasn't just that. It was obvious that it was him and George holding hands.

Dream questioned sitting up now "What's that?" being just as confused as George.

"Um Dream" George said starting to worry "You need to get on Twitter".

         Dream unlocked his phone and to his utter surprise there it was all over trending a photo of him, head on, crystal clear, as prominent as could be gripping George's hand as they walked down the street.

"Shit" Dream swore launching his phone at the wall, it smashed into a hundred little pieces leaving a huge dent.

"How has this happened?" He shouted, now standing and pacing up and down the room "This-This can't be happening? Surely we would of seen somebody taking a photo nearby. I knew this wouldn't end well, I fucking knew it" He yelled, falling into George's gaming chair with his head in his hands.

"It's been trending for hours and it is obvious it's me, there is no getting out of this one".

         There was a knock at George's door, Sapnap peered round the corner.

"Dream? Have you se-".

"Yes I fucking have Nick" he interrupted "of course I have, What on earth do I do now? How do I get out of this?".

         Sapnap came into the room and sat on the bed next to George, George got up and walked slowly over to approach dream telling him that it would be okay but as the tips of his fingers touched Dreams shoulder he flinched away, swiping everything off the desk.

"Woah, Woah Dream calm down" Sapnap said "Easy does I-"

"Calm, Fucking Calm, I didn't ask for any of this Nick. Every single time I find something, something that makes me feel relatively okay for once. Once in my fucking life it goes downhill. Every single fucking time. I can't get away from it, I cant catch a break".

        Sapnap fell quiet and looked at the floor, George had retreated back to the bed and slumped down. Dream was shaking with anger, he was breathing heavily and had his fists clenched so much that his fingers were pure white. He strode to the door, grabbed the handle and slammed it loudly behind him.

         Dream was in the bathroom pacing back and forth. What do I do? Where do I go? How can I explain this? I always have a way, there must be some way. He couldn't catch his breath, he was clenching his chest trying to slow the rapid rising and falling of his exhales.         
        He placed both of his hands on the sink and stared at himself in the mirror. How are you such a fucking failure he whispered to himself you can't do anything right. You claim it's others who ruin things but in reality it's you.
        He fell to the floor, his knees tucked up to his chest, his arms around his legs huddled into the corner slowly rocking back and forth. His eyes were streaming with tears now, his bright vibrant green eyes were now a dull sage and bloodshot. Tears fell off his face on to the bathroom floor. He was utterly and completely broken. He sat there and cried for hours and hours, blaming himself for the path he had lead himself on. Telling himself he wasn't worth it.