Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Five

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"Will this one fit to you George?" Dream rushed outside of his room. Carrying a suit, tie, and tight pants in his hand.

"That's too formal, Dream. We're just going to the shop, right?" George approached as he took a greater look at the suit.

It's tie have brown, lime, pink, and blue diagonal stripes. Matched with a tight sepia polo with spade patterns. His bottom have a silk gray pants and leather shoes.

"It's a little tight to me, you look more a way smaller than me. So that's the best one that I picked," Dream smiled after handing the outfit to him.

"This is too formal, you sure you'll lend these to me?" George can't stop astonishing to the tie.

"Yes, consider that as a gift..." Dream starts to blush but immediately managed to stop. "From a man in 1960"

"Oh really, thank you very much, Dream" George smiled and rushed to his wardrobe. "Wait I'll change okay"

"S..sure"

George ran at the room and closed the door. He didn't change immediately. He leaned on the door, realizing his enjoying himself he considered once a dream. But again, it isn't.

He touches the fine textile and smiled as he feel how well it is. It may be weird, but his heart starts to race for no reason, and he can't remove that impish smile in his lips. Maybe excitement, the closest answer based on George.

George must go out but he noticed the white shirt and jeans he undressed lately. Laid in a bed, and a little bit wet of his tears from last night. The future which he really belong, is that okay if he stay? He asked himself.

"George, stop overthinking" he whispered to himself. He is still smiling, heart racing. Waiting for 1960 to show what he holds.

"You change so long" Dream stared to George from head to toe. He later showed a naughty grin in his face.

"Hehe, I'm sorry," George brushed to his brown hair.

"You can go outside first, I still need to find my keys," Dream stand from the couch, approaching to the telephone.

George didn't bother to watch Dream in his acts. He closed the wooden door and stared on the wide view outside. It was the flock of birds  soaring on the sky, welcoming his eyes. And the good sunny day, which is not very hot, thanks cause there have no much pollution.

But he just expected less. No vehicles, not much people. Some girls talks in groups of three and laughing on the most formal they are. Giggling, while covering their glossy lips with a thin cloth.

Men in suits may be encountered, holding a pipe in one hand and either a case in the other. It was one old day, where steam engines were once a popular vehicle.

Oh, there's not even a steam train in Venice, Italy.

Dream goes out in his house and locked the door. He dropped his keys to his pocket and they started to walk.