Roommates // DNF

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*TW: mentions of drugs/drug use, overdose (uhm hi besties, i'm sorry in advance ok ily)*

It had been exactly one week since George had walked out the door.

One week that Dream had spent alone in the dorm room, lying in his bed with all of the lights turned off. He barely left the room, reverting back to his old ways of skipping classes and ignoring all of his responsibilities.

He had tried countless times to drag himself out of bed, but not only was he struggling with an overwhelming sadness that lingered in his chest, but he was also dealing with symptoms of withdrawal yet again. Any time he tried to move, waves of nausea would overtake him, his head pounding as he squeezed his eyes shut and pulled the blankets over him. His skin was all but crawling as he lay restless, but he kept pushing forward.

And most days, it all felt useless; like he was working towards some impossible goal that he would never be able to reach. But he just kept telling himself that there had to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

And he knew exactly what that light was for him. It was a brown eyed, brunette boy who always had a smile on his face; it was George, and he was the one who made the discomfort and the struggle worth it.

Now, it was Tuesday evening, and Dream was lying on his back, his green eyes cast up towards the ceiling as he used the tips of his fingers to rub slow circles against his temples. There was a dull pounding in the back of his head, a slight tremor in his fingers as they pushed against his skin; but all things considered, he was feeling better than he did most days.

Eventually, he managed to push himself up and out of bed, his legs unsteady as he moved across the room, quickly downing a bottle of water before pulling on some clean clothes. He reached for his phone, his eyes glancing at the screen, a familiar feeling of disappointment falling heavy in the pit of his stomach.

He knew George wasn't going to text him, that he was probably the last person George even wanted to talk to. But he still held onto the smallest sliver of hope that one of these days, he would see the familiar name pop up on his screen.

But as it were, the only name that had lit up on his screen in the past few days had been Fundy's, who had been bombarding him with texts and calls, constant reminders that he had the stuff Dream was looking for, the very same stuff that Dream was working so hard to stay away from.

And every time he saw the name appear on his screen, he felt an overwhelming desire to show up at Fundy's house, to allow himself to slip right back into his old ways. But instead, he had settled for blocking Fundy's number, to keep himself away from any temptation.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, taking a slow breath to clear his head, his hand resting on the handle of the door, ready to face what lie beyond for the first time all week.

And although he wanted desperately to crawl back into his bed, he had only one thought ringing through his mind; that he wanted nothing more than to see George, at least for a moment.

He knew that George would be done with classes for the day, and that he was most likely back at Niki's house. So he planned to stop over, knowing that George would ignore him if he tried to call, or that he would probably refuse to see the blonde if he knew that he was coming over to visit.

But he hoped that if he just showed up there, George would at least spare him a little bit of time just to talk, to allow Dream some time to explain himself, to let George know that he was going to get better, and he was doing it all on his own.

He had no idea what he expected from George at this point, he only knew that he had to at least try.

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