F.O.O.L// DreamNotFound AU

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"Bye! Bye!" George waved both of his hands to the camera. The chat flew with the same words and hearts. George smiled at the chat before ending the live stream. He sighed, placing his head on his headrest, looking at the bright ceiling. His eyes were almost closed and tired. His personality online and offline is astronomically different. His chat is fairly toxic but he appreciates them more than himself. He might not show it on them but he genuinely does.

Now, himself. He moved onto his bed, face planting on one of his soft pillows. He could feel the tears coming up and his heart hurt. He still misses Dream so fucking much and he's not going to lie, he might go out of insanity. He sometimes debates on whether leaving was a bad thing because the past few months all he did was cry himself to sleep all night.

Their relationship was the one he treasures the most and seeing that gold coin turns into a fake one hurts the most. Seeing that gold coin rusting into a dirty brown was not the best feeling. The feeling of betrayal. The feeling that George has never experienced before but felt so close to home. Like he was supposed to be feeling that, to be hurting.

His three(3) friends kept him company and he was more than thankful. He was lucky to cross paths with his long-distance friend. It was destiny. His destiny is truly the definition of bittersweet but he doesn't care. He knows that he's just crying for a scar when the dirt crumbled under his feet on his bumpy path. He fell and stayed there, on the dirt crying but he knows that he will stand up with his glory and move on. Walk on his path like nothing can stop him. It's just a phase, yes... but it hurts so fucking much. Almost unbearable.

Every time he wakes up his eyes is puffy from always crying to sleep. It's unhealthy for him and it made his friends worried but all George did was assure them with the bluffs. He isn't okay and he knows it himself. He needs help, comfort, but the only person that could give that couldn't.

Because that is Dream.

The feeling of being alone from all of his childhood and teenage years was enough for George. The universe truly is unfair just like his mum said in his dream. His mum had passed and he can finally accept it because all those years of oppression for his mum were enough for her and it's time for a rest. He wishes he could rest. Where nothing ever matters and run freely through the field of grass.

Grass. George groaned. He can't just keep remembering Dream on everything he does or thinks. It's getting frustrating at this point and George could only cry. His head was hurting so much from always thinking, always seeing a picture of Dream. He wants to stop but he doesn't know how and he desperately needs to know.

He ended his stream four(4) hours ago but it only felt like thirty(30) minutes.

Where did the time go?

Nobody knows. George was now sprawled out on his bed. His vision was blurry. A pink highlight was formed from the horizon so he stood up. His eyes were sloppy and desperate for sleep but he instead walked in the shower and cleaned himself. He kept the water cold that made goosebumps rise from his skin. He dressed up and grabbed his keys from his nightstand.

He ran around the apartment building and to the parking garage and he quickly hopped on his car and drove to the nearest seaside. Seasides were always have been his comfort place. Just hearing the waves and the rocks clash was enough for George to relax. Even though the ocean is a bit scary it still makes him calm peacefully like there wasn't something hiding in those deep and dark depths.