Restart

7

Dreams eyes slowly began to flutter open, there was no longer a warmth on his chest. Panic began to set in, he jolted up quickly searching the room for brown eyes.

Surely not, it was real. He was there, he felt him there.

His heart began to race, soon he was counting repeatedly between 1-4, trying to gather his breaths yet to no avail as he began panicking. He was certain he had George back.

"Dream!" A voice spoke, he couldn't focus, rocking with his head in his hands. It hadn't helped that he'd skipped all of his meds for god knows how long.

He felt himself get pulled into a chest, comforting hushes following, thankfully his breathing began to slow as he gripped onto his saviour for dear life.

After calming, he managed to open his eyes, looking up.

"Oh thank god." He pulled away.

"I thought it wasn't real- or that you'd left."

"I'm sorry," George sighed, "I couldn't find the toilet."

"What time is it?" Dream wiped at his eyes glancing to the window, it was pitch black.

"Two."

"Jeez, it's early." He sighed, stretching hearing his bones crack and pop as they released tension. "You feeling okay?" Dream turned looking up at George. Slowly, George nodded.

"Yeah, just tired." George sat down beside Dream, an awkward silence began to fill the air. "Sorry for falling asleep on you like that."

"It's okay" His words were breathy, he stood up walking towards the windows, he opened them letting cold night air fill the room. The room previously had felt thick and hot, it probably wasn't as thick as he thought, but the anxiety's raising in him made it feel much worse.

"I'm sorry."

Dream turned, brow raised. Despite the darkness, it was clear to see how red and puffy George's eyes were, how the moonlight seeping through the curtains caused his tears that trickled down his porcelain skin to glisten.

"Sorry?," Dream rushed over, hesitantly reaching out and brushing George's tears away, his touch so gentle as if he was holding fine china. "You have nothing to be sorry for, don't cry, please." He hushed.

"You were so mad Dream." he choked, pulling Dreams hands away, "i've never heard you be that mad." he sighed now wiping his own tears, Dream let his hands rest idly on his lap as he stared at George, unknowing of what to say.

"I didn't know George."

"You've spent the last five years hating me."

"no," Dream paused, "i spent the last five years assuming you were dead George, i grieved."