Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Twelve

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George quickly gets out of bed. He looked shot and stare at the ceiling with a half-nervous, half-excited expression on his face. He sat straight on the bed with the quilt covering half of his body. And in his side is the messy and pressed pillows where Dream slept. He remembers on the whole night, he can't sleep enough because of Dream being a messy sleeper.

He gets out of bed and fixed the bedsheets. Again Dream's study table is messy, but there's no scattered paper on the floor, just a bin full of crumpled paper of unfinished sketches.

Then he stepped out and fixed the bed and tucked the sheets. He planned to go out to prepare for his breakfast, but as he touches the knob of the door, he noticed a piece of paper pinned on the upper part of the door. He grabbed it and the pin fell. It's a good thing he caught it with his hands.

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George, I left early to go to the city to buy some paint and a pallet cause I broke one. I'll return as early as possible. Sapnap will probably give you breakfast there.

And also, one of my customers will come to my house. Just show him the sketches on the table and little talks. I bet he'll be quick there. Thanks!

If you don't mind, can you water the flower stuck in vintage windows? I felt they're dying already.

-Clay

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After reading the letter, he looked after his study table and noticed the three papers drifted by the cool sunrise wind in the morning. An ink bottle tightly capped was placed on the top to avoid fleeing. He looked for the orange-tinted window facing Iwaizumi's table. No wonder it's called vintage cause it was the only tinted window in Iwaizumi's room.

He goes out of the room, and the cold morning covered the living room and kitchen. It's thirty minutes past six on the clock and George didn't feel a single rumble in his stomach. He looked at the locked doors and closed windows.

He opened some windows, and the much colder winds blew the curtains up. "Dream goes out too early," George thought, and if he only woke up early as him, he'd probably come with him.

Again, even in the early morning, he didn't felt that he is hungry. So he decided to skip his breakfast for a while, or just wait for Sapnap's blessing—if there's any.

He looked over a large pail of water and grabbed a cup of water. Then he remembers Dream's request—to water his flowers on the window.

He thought how special the flower would be to Dream. Or is it been? He said it nearly died. But he had thought what things are special to Dream. George wants things to be special too and also him—to be special.

Is it for his own benefit? Or is it just himself finding where he really belongs to?

He enters the room with a cup three-fourth full of water. He opens all the windows in the room with the tinted glass at the last. A crate of sunflowers welcomed him, cheerfully rising with the sun.

He sprinkled water on each of them, feeling like they are thankfully talking to him about what is he doing. The plants happily grow toward the season. Healthfully propagated and have sufficient for what they need— in that order to grow.