everlasting || dnf

2.1

CW: talks of abuse, drug addiction/abuse, angst

the urge only got worse from that day on, george beginning to consider asking karl to get him something, anything.

he had never craved drugs more than he had right now, as if the memory had set him off. the only person that knew how to convince him not to relapse was luke.

george wondered how he was, quickly realizing he had to get a new number. luke had probably been blowing up his phone, thinking he was dead.

george scrambled to his phone, dialing the number he had to memorize over the years for his parents.

ring.

ring.

ring.

"hello?" the voice he had no idea he missed rang through the phone.

"luke.."

he heard a sniffle come through the phone, and the leather from the brown chair squeak as luke sat up.

"george? is that you?"

"yeah- yeah it's me."

"dude where the fuck have you been? are you okay? i thought you were fucking dead, man- fuck."

"i- well long story short- i'm in america."

"what the hell..? that's why your parents- dude, george, your parents are fuckin going crazy. they're over here everyday, banging at my door and blowing up my phone for drugs."

"they don't have money for it."

"i'm aware, i haven't given them shit but they've offered some wild shit dude. shit even i wouldn't take in exchange. though- they haven't been here as frequently so i'm assuming they found someone that will take their offer.."

"what are they offering.?"

"i don't think you want to know, trust me."

"okay ew-"

"no ! no- not that. just- things that you don't wanna know, trust. okay so- wait why did you call me now?"

"because you're the only person who knows how to talk me out of relapsing." george murmured into the phone, hoping dream wasn't listening somewhere he couldn't see.

"george- do you have anything?"

"no, not yet but there's shit in the house and it's getting pretty damn hard."

"is someone there with you?" luke asked, his voice much softer than it was before.

"yeah. my friend dream."

"could you maybe give the phone to him?"

"luke he doesn't know about any of it." george said, feeling guilty about now being fully honest with dream.

george couldn't figure out why dreams opinion mattered so much. well, he had an idea, but he was having a difficult time accepting that.

"okay... do you maybe wanna tell him.?"

"he's going to hate me. he's going to be embarrassed with me, luke." george said, running an unstable hand through his knotted hair.

"no he won't, i promise you. he's going to listen and he's going to help you. george- i'm not there with you. i cannot physically stop you, but he can. i know you don't want to relapse, i know you miss the high but you don't want to actually relapse, right?"

george thought for a moment. was he merely missing the high? of course he didn't want to relapse, to lose all the progress he had made but what were his limits? what was his breaking point? when did the progress become not enough reason to stay sober?