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8: The letters

George had finally just gotten back to his own apartment, his mind going a hundred miles an hour. He'd left when Dream had fallen asleep, thinking some time to themselves to think reasonably would be good for them both.

He sat at the table that was backed away into the corner of the kitchen, one singular wooden chair that freaked upon his weight on it. Slowly he pulled apart the bow that wrapped around the letters beginning to read.

Hi George.  08/12/21

Its my 22nd birthday today.

You've been gone four months now.

Im so alone.

Saps gone, everyone's gone. It's lonely. I always thought i'd understood loneliness, hurt. But god, i was so wrong. This is unreal. Feels like a bad dream yknow? That one day you'll just turn up at my door, big smile and open arms. Unrealistic i know.

wanna know how i spent today?

You can't answer that, but i spent it in san francisco. I know you were always fascinated by that place, im not too sure why it's mediocre at most.

Went to the golden gate bridge. I guess it was nice, im in a hotel room right now, it's not very nice. Kinda didn't expect to end up getting one, thought i'd end the day washed up somewhere in the water, dead or something. Not sure.

But here i am, crying like an idiot over someone that isn't here anymore, you. Wherever you are, i hope you're peaceful. Happy. Content.

Sorry, Dream.

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he wiped his eyes, opening the next.

George! 11/01/21

Slightly more enthusiastic.

Its your birthday!

The big two five.

twenty five.

old man.

Thought i'd be spending it with you and the boys streaming, laughing over dumb stuff. Funny how fate works?

I wonder what you're doing today, maybe out partying or with friends or just having the time of your life. I hope so, i really hope so. Even if i can't be there i at least hope you're happy.

I bought you a cake, it's your favourite, victoria sponge. I think that's what it is at least. I don't really like cake, but i put a candle on it for you, waiting for it to go out as i write this. It's not a very big cake but, it's something. Want you to know that even if i'm not there i still care.

Happy birthday, George.

Love u always, Dream.

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George got out of the coma a little before his birthday, maybe after, his memory is hazy from those days. He certainly wasn't partying though. His eyes were pouring tears more than he had expected.