Restart

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- A/N : The song uses in this chapter is good thing by sam smith. -

With a loud shriek, George was running out of his house, freezing upon seeing Dream in the middle of the sidewalk, blood pooling beneath him.

"Dream! Oh my god- are you-" George wrapped his arms around him cradling Dream, "are you alright- jesus- fuck where my phone-" he patted around his jeans trying to find his phone to call an ambulance.

"You're here." Dream forced a weak smile followed by a cough, George hushed him as he began to tear up. "Dream, stop it- you're going to hurt yourself more." He began to cry, threading his hand through Dreams hair. rain pouring from the sky's as the blood coming from Dreams stomach and mouth mixed in with the puddles beneath them, swirling and dancing.

"You're really here" Dreams hand reached out, shaking as his knuckles brushed gently against George's cheek, wet tears coating his skin. George reached out his hand holding onto Dreams hand.

"Please don't leave me dream." He held him closer, hushing and cradling him as Dream slowly lost the world.

He woke in a cold sweat, sitting up wiping at his eyes. He hadn't dreamt about George in years, seeing someone that reminded him so much of him must've been affecting him more than he'd like to admit. He got out of bed heading to the living room, dropping onto his couch.

Dream had left his house more than several times since he went out with Drista, and five out of six times he left he house, he'd seen 'George' It was driving him crazy, literally. It didn't make sense, George had never left England to his knowledge, not that he'd know much with how things had been the last few years. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

He pulled out his laptop, typing in 'doppelgängers'

reading through outloud to really grasp his mind around it, in case that was the case.

"A doppelgänger is a biologically unrelated look-alike, or a double, of a living person. In fiction and mythology, a doppelgänger is often portrayed as a ghostly or paranormal phenomenon and usually seen as a harbinger of bad luck. Other traditions and stories equate a doppelgänger with an evil twin"

Weird, maybe it was that. Or maybe it was actually George and he didn't want to face it.

He sighed, closing his laptop and falling back into the couch, staring at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

Dream knew he should probably start looking for jobs, not because he needed the money, he just needed something to keep him more regulated. He wishes it was as easier as just going back to streaming, but majority of his fanbase had moved on, plus everyone he used to stream with now hated him or had stopped in the industry.

He let out an exasperated sigh, pulling himself up and walking to his closet, he pulled out a large brown acoustic guitar and a prop up keyboard, he stuck the legs to it so it would stay up. He didn't have any fancy music production like he used to with his older songs like roadtrip and mask.

He picked up the guitar first as it was the instrument he wa slots comfortable with, beginning to strum a few experimental chords. He used his phone to record a basic pattern then put the guitar down, letting the recording play through, he switched the keyboard on and began to play along with the guitar that repeated through his phone.

"I had a dream i was mugged outside your house." He slowly sang, he hadn't ever gotten his emotions about everything that had happened this way before.

"i had a dream in a panic you came running out"

"for a moment you were sure i'd die on you"

"for a moment i believed you loved me too."

"but life is never like this, you're never strong."

"Too much of a good thing won't be good for long
Although you made my heart sing, to stay with you would be wrong
Too much of a good thing won't be good anymore
Watch where I tread before I fall"

the words came so easy to him, like they were things he'd waited years to finally say. It hurt but in the best way possible to get out.

"We'd talk maybe 20 times a day
And still I'd never say what I want to say
I thought I wouldn't need to
I guess I read you wrong"

He choked out a small sob, having to stop. He paused his phone; wiping at his eyes.

It stung, to feel that way.

He managed to calm himself down, changing into running clothes and leaving the apartment just beginning to go on a run. He was feeling way too much, last time he got this overwhelmed he ended up in hospital, he didn't want that again.

Upbeat music flowed through his headphones as he distracted himself from the outside world, letting his legs carry him a direction he wasn't familiar with, he ended up in some type of park. Continuing to run, closing his eyes- that was until he felt a thud, falling straight down and grazing his knee. He looked up, also now on the floor was oh-

"Oh my god- are you alright?" He spoke, definitely british.

oh fuck

oh fuck

holy fuckballs

His mind was going a hundred miles an hour, he felt a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Did you hurt your head? Are you okay?"

The man spoke again.

Dream tried to open his mouth to speak, but it felt like every single bit of vocabulary he'd learnt in his life had literally tangled inside of him and was unusable.

"Look- I live less than four minutes from here, your head and legs bleeding- you must've fallen on a twig or something. Would you like me to clean you up- back at mine?"

Dream nodded. The man stood, brushing himself off and Dream also did so, touching a damp spot on his head, seeing blood on his hand. He didn't even realise he'd hit his head. He hissed slightly in pain at doing so.

Nervously he followed the man along, surprised that he was so kind, lost people would've cursed him out and left him on the pavement for his clumsiness but Geor- no the stranger didn't.

He didn't even know his name yet.