whisper (dnf)

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the drive at first was quiet, Dream kept switching between seats which slightly irritated George, but then again he had to just deal with it. He hasn't known Dream long, why did he feel so compelled to drive to texas. He sighed turning the music up a little louder in a weak attempt to drown his thoughts.

It was kind of nice to have a spirit around, comforting even. Just somebody he could be familiar with even in somewhere he barely knew, Dream was easy to get along with; he was almost always smiling even when he seemed sad.

The highway was quite empty, it was late so the usual mid day hum of cars driving past and the congestion of traffic was t present, the dim lights casting down onto the roads from above and the occasional semi driving past.

"George"

George glanced over briefly then put his eyes back to the rod, the ghostly figure was leant against the window.

"Yeah, you okay?"

"He won't be able to see me though, will he?"

"huh," George paused, "oh, sapnap."

"mhm" Dream hummed.

"I mean, probably not, but i can see you Dream."

"I know, what if he doesn't believe you."

"We'll make him believe. Okay?"

"Also, George."

"Who was the guy in the photos on the fridge?" Dream asked, "sorry if it's personal, i'm just curious."

"Oh, wilbur." He paused, thinking about the photos he had on magnets on the fridge from his and wilburs university days, "Yeah, he's cool."

"Tell me about him."

"Hes uh," He cleared his throat. "He was my best friend, tall guy, he used to sing a lot. He liked making music and streaming like you."

"Why was? Don't you mean is?"

"No, was is right."

"oh, i'm sorry George."

"Don't be."

One teeny detail George forgot to mention was that Wilbur wasnt around anymore either. He'd spent the previous year as a spirit accompanying George, a little after George mentioned wanting to move away he was called ridiculous by wilbur and he joked around with his ghostly friend. One morning though, wilbur was gone. He'd passed over without even saying goodbye. It hurt George a lot, but he knew it was life, he just had to move on.

That's why George struggled speaking to spirits, he got attached easily and when they'd leave it would always leave him hurting more than he originally was.

"You should probably pull into a motel, you look really tired George."

George shook his head, now becoming hyper aware of the stinging of his eyes and how they dropped, "yeah, you're probably right dream" he sighed waiting for a road sign to point to a motel, after some time he found himself pulling into one, getting a room and dropping onto the bed.

"I'm sorry." Dream mumbled, George rolled onto his back looking up at the spirit hovering above him.

"Why?" He questioned.

"You're going really out of your way for me."

"it's not a problem Dream, it's okay."

"I wish i didn't do it."

"Do what?" George raised a brow.

"Take my life." He paused floating down and laying beside George, they both turned onto their sides so they were facing each other, George feel slightly colder than he had before. "it was stupid."

George reached out, his hand resting upon Dreams cheek, Dream startled at the contact obviously not expecting it, To george it felt like he was just touching air, yet Dream felt every bit of it.

"It's okay," George reassuared, "you clearly were hurting a lot."

"I should've just told someone, Sap was always there, he offered for me to get it out so many times but i just... i didn't." he sighed wiping at his eyes.

"I wish i could hug you Dream, tell you it's going to be okay but i can't. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," his breath shuddered. "you just being here means the world and more to me George, i was so scared before you came."

"You deserved better Dream." he sighed, "i'm sorry."

"I didn't," his voice hitched, "i really didn't."

"Dream."

Dream looked up at him meeting his eyes again, George's hand had since moved from Dreams cheek.

"Im glad i met you. It seems you're still struggling now and that's okay, but you didn't deserve to die. Not at all, no matter what anyone said, you deserved to live and i'm sorry that the pain got too much"

Dream broke down, heaps of sobs, George just wished he could comfort him, hold him and hush him as he'd rock him back and fourth whispering words of reassurance, but he couldn't, Dream was dead, Dream was a ghost. He couldn't hold him, he couldn't wipe his tears away, he just had to watch and hush as the male broke down in front of him. His heart falling apart inside of him as the younger sobbed holding his stomach.

"It's okay, i'm here." He hushed
"You're okay."

"It's never okay George." dreams voice was slightly more distorted, it was almost terrifying, it sounded echoed and distant the sound of it causing George to shiver, goosebumps on his skin rising and with that Dream disappeared leaving George alone with his thoughts, a cold bed and even colder room, he pulled the thin sheet over himself and closed his eyes as tight as he could wishing he could sleep.