Lost boy | dnf

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⚠️TW: themes of depression, intrusive thoughts and unhealthy coping mechanisms: alcohol. Please don't read this if this will effect or trigger you in any way!⚠️

George's POV:

We were searching everywhere for him but he was no where to be seen. I didn't want to leave him out there alone but maybe that's what he wanted, some space for the night.

I just wanted to tell him everything was okay. I wanted to comfort him like he comforts me.

Wilbur had already told Techno that he had to leave the next morning. He finally came to his senses and realised that Techno hadn't changed, he was still the same man as before.

The group slowly started falling back and giving up, they said that he enjoys being alone and that I shouldn't worry about him. They've known him longer than I have so maybe they're right. I just can't help feeling guilty for leaving him.

Dreams POV:

I'll go back soon, I just need an hour or so to clear my head. I know they'll be worried.

I stole a bottle of whiskey before I left. Not exactly my favourite liquor but the opportunity was there and I took it.

Passing the cold bottle between my shaking hands brought a sense of ease to my mind. Replaying what just happened continuously in my head to make sense of it. Realising how right he is about everyone leaving me in the end.

It's true isn't it? Techno left, my old friends left, my ex's left.. even my parents don't want to be near me. They don't need to work in the city, they just want to be away from me and my selfish actions. Everyone leaves in the end, it's inevitable really.

Everything all comes down to me. The domino effect; I am the first domino.

I've always been the first domino and I always will be.

George is just another domino in my long line of people whom I'm hurting by just existing on this world.

I took the cap off the bottle and began downing the burning liquid. Eyes watering and stomach churning, I carried on until there were no drops left.

I held the bottle in my right arm, readying it and finding a target.

The tree in the distance.

I threw the bottle at the tree with anger, fury and sadness and watched as it broke into pieces in the air. Each blade of glass flying so freely in the night sky, glistening with the moon light.

I didn't think it would hit the tree since all of them seem to be swaying like a Mexican wave right before me. I laughed at how stupid that idea is, a tree Mexican wave.

I found peace in watching the nature swaying. Yes, it made me dizzy and nauseous but it also made me feel free in a way. I also found them wildly comedic, apparently my drunken self had horrible humour.

I lay there, with my new found tree friends and watch the stars settle in the sky. It was just so quiet. Quiet as in putting in your headphones in a loud place. Quiet as in the microwave humming stopping as you open the door.

A peaceful quiet, finally for once in my life. The sound of my mind is turned off.

I shut my eyes and smiled, what a time to be alive.