Sunsets, Whenever.

Chapter Fifteen

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George does what Sapnap had pleaded him— to stay for Dream in a while.

Currently, he's enjoying his first two months with him. He has told him much about his stuff, like him being reflectionless and the machine named "computer" Dream always asked and curious about.

George also states about his streaming life in the present. Like if painting is Dream's passion then streaming a block game is George's living. All those stuff was Dream's jealous about, and he has so much stuff he wanted to try.

Sometimes George missed a lot at present. Like how could his fans have missed him a lot for two weeks of him without news.

Even though how happy George was about being with Dream, guilt always happen to show up. Like every time he felt that his out of place, he would feel the place where he must be. The place was once normal and the life once untouchable. Just abrupted by a breakup and seasoned with time's chaos.

But his worries were all wiped away every time George witnesses Dream's smiles. His laughs, his grimaces, his new facade. He loved them as much as he love Dream. All his guilt and negative energy disappear by just needing his presence.

Enjoyed and happy, Dream never wanted anything anymore. Like how George stayed with him and treating him as a friend meant so much for Dream. The late talks, the conversations, and the hangouts, all of it.
Dream was also happy seeing George enjoying his time with him...

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But sometimes Dream feels that his relationship with George wasn't enough...

"Hey Dream" George whispered loudly from the room.

Dream tucks in his white shirt, combing his dirty blonde hair on his way to the room. Imposing a wide, excited grin that he never felt before.

"Is this enough for the day Dream?" George said as he brushed off his blue shirt in his abdominal part. Moving his left foot flexing the shoes and the lower part of his black pants.

George gazed lazily at Dream while keeping his unremovable yet expressionless smile on his face. "You're perfect," that's all Dream just said, while admiring George's figure from the tips to the toes.

"Stop those compliments Dream, I hated it" he looked at Dream, hiding the rosy reds in his face while Dream looked at him like he could taste him for the whole night.

"What? You hated stating facts you mean?" Dream added, exiling the most devilish chuckle he could do as he looked at George's face.

George's heart starts to become audible, and his cheeks start to be as red as ever. "I said stop!" he averted Dream's direct gaze, staring at the crate of sunflower he always waters outside the windows.

"Ok, ok," Dream replied, forcing his lips to return to normal, but still laughing inside whenever he sees George's cheeks flushing. "No need to tell twice,"

"But you already did!" George tried—but failed— himself to sound mad, but for Dream, he looks so damn cute.

George cleared his throat and managed to remove his blush, managed to replenish his mind. "Stop with non-sense talks, I just want to ask you. Why do we need to dress like this formal if we'll just dine out in Sapnap's place?" he rolled his eyes, acting sassy as ever.

"You'll just find out there," Dream wore his wristwatch in his right hand.

"Why?"

"Fear of spoilers?"

Dream looked at George devastatingly. Reading his eyes like he had no idea for whatever, or hiding any of his expectations somewhere in his brain. He wanted this boy to expect much as he do. Like he'll have a clue for something Dream felt right in his chest. Now, he wanted George to assume. To be ready, to answer him directly.

"Are we writing a goddamn book?" George stared at Dream's eyes as they started to look far away, dive into some ocean of his own overthinking.

Dream shook his head as he noticed George's glare feels awkward as ever. "No, no, we are not?" he sounded sad and desperate, but he hoped they will one day.

"By the way have you returned the book to Karl?" Dream started to change the topic.

"The Love in Depart one? No, I haven't" George approached the mirror to comb his hair, but then he realized he had no reflection.

Dream smiled as he walked behind George's chair, getting the comb in George's grasp. "What? I think you need to finish it?"

"I don't want to..."

Dream paused combing his wet hair as he hear the upset on George's tone. Then he started to hum and continue. "Why?"

"I don't want the ending, I don't want how the story ends."

Dream's confusion was visible in his reflection. "You said you haven't finished it yet?"

"Yes I haven't finished it" George stayed steady as ever, looking like a baby being ponytailed by some random stranger. "But I know how it will end, In the last, they'll still leave, then never come back. Never to meet again, never to see each other. The last thing that they'll treasure once more is themselves, and the life they are living in. I hated that...I hated that thought, and...and...and all that they can treasure for each other was their memories and the time they spare for each other"

All the words in George's statement never felt so real. Those words impact him much more. The absence, the things all George had said meant a lot for him. He doesn't know if George knew what he feel, but it feels brutal as ever. The wound scarred by truth was salted with a harsh reality.

Dream looked at the mirror. Seeing only his own lime eyes staring at constant nothingness of satire and sorrow. His hands are busy combing to nothing, but air, vacuum. Looking at himself made him lonely like George was never there like George never appeared in his life. He never imagined times like these without him. He could never get off of his mattress.

However, the real George was still there. The George who stayed for their friendship Dream expected to bloom. The real George, the one who exists for him. The one who'll lend to him to feel something he'd never felt.

Yes, lend. But Dream promised for himself that if the time would ever come, he must be prepared.

"It's sad isn't it?" George stared at Dream's reflection busy combing nothing in the mirror. "On how the ones he loved doesn't want to leave but need to.."

"And how the one she loved wanted to let him stay but she had nothing to do" Dream continued like it was a lyric of a song that was etched in his heart. Even though it was George's first time telling that story, Dream could feel the deja vu standing in his follicles.

"I am done," Dream placed the comb on his study table and watched George getting out of his chair, staring at him, being handsome—as always.

"Does it look good?" George touched the top of his hair, careful that he couldn't mess with what Dream just made.

"Yes George, you look just like a treasure"

—A/N—

The story part was 1215 words long. Wow, that's long for me. I hope I have writing inspirations like these.

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