Star Boy - DNF

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Dream had leaned in, connecting the distance

Between the two.

It didn't feel real.

Was he actually kissing George?

And this time it was when they were both

Sober? 

When they both were completely

Aware of the predicament.

George put his soft hand against Dream's

Cheek, connecting them further.

And Dream felt like he was on fire.

He was burning up, like a thousand logs in

The unrelenting tangerine flames.

George and Dream had kissed.

They had kissed.

George had asked Dream to kiss him.

Dream said he was in love with George.

And then they kissed.

And now it was 1:38 in the morning and

Dream was staring at a wall with a bottle

Of booze in his hand, feeling as though all

Emotion was drained out of him.

And this time it wasn't George who ran.

It was Dream.

When the two had pulled apart and Dream

Stared into George's beautiful, beautiful

Eyes, he realized that he was actually kissing

George, in the flesh and bone.

And he was scared.

So he shook his head nervously,

"We- we can't do this George, I'm sorry."

And he got up, glanced at a wide-eyed

George, and ran.

Leaving George heartbroken.

Maybe George, deserved it, a taste of his own

Medicine, but Dream felt so bad.

Because he had wanted to kiss George so badly.

But when it finally happened he was so scared

That whatever George and him had was ruined.

George

Dream I'm sorry

Dream please text me back

I'm sorry

Please don't avoid me

Dream please I'm worried

And on the other side of the phone was George,

Who had finally returned home, sitting on his

Bed with his knees to his chest, staring at the

Opposing wall.

He felt confused.

So confused.

And so hurt.

At school, Dream was the one avoiding George.

And it made George feel pathetic.

The usual bullies seemed to be pestering him

More are more, and school felt like torture.

Every day was the same,

He woke up,

Brushed his teeth,

Stared in the mirror for a bit, always inspecting

The growing eye bags,

Walking to school, rain or shine,

Enduring his stupid classes and stupid bullies,

Trying to approach or just look for Dream,

Walking home,

Staring in the mirror,

And thinking that

Nobody would like anyone like me, it's no

Surprise he ran, I'm not worth it.

I'm so pathetic.

And trying to fall asleep.

It wasn't until two weeks and one day after

the kiss that Dream had tapped him on the shoulder timidly

And said, "We need to talk."