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George avoided Dream, again, after that.

It was like a never-ending loop.


A never-ending loop that he very much

hated.

Why did George have to leave Dream each

time?


What had Dream done wrong?

It was the same question, the same blame

He asked himself over

And over

              And over

                               And over

                                                 Again.


But his mood was brightened when he saw

a text from George.


Can you meet me at the park?

On the swings

I want to talk.


It was also 11 in the night, and the weather

was looking stormy.


But anything for George.


He let out a slow breath when he saw

George's figure sitting on the swings,

slowly rocking it back and forth with

the tip of his feet.


Dream slowly sits on the swing next

to George.

"Hey." George says ominously.

Dream asks if everything was alright

or if George needed anything.


"No, no Dream I-I just want to talk."

Dream nods, "So talk."


Why was Dream being so understanding

when George had practically ghosted

Dream in real life?


"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Dream."

George sniffles and raises his head to look Dream

into the eyes.


And George looked so ethereal.

And Dream looked so ethereal.

They thought together.


"I'm in love with you George." Dream accidentally

blurts out.

"Can you kiss me?" George asks.

And Dream leans in, and so does George.

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