It Was Never the End DreamNotFound

Chapter 41

George POV

"Gods cannot commit suicide. It is impossible to end our own lives." 

The pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, painting a picture devoid of light. Staining the puzzle pieces with murky shadows, dissolving into trails of scarlet down a once pristine table. George struggled to conceal his shock, instead focusing on more important details. 

"Why not?" 

DreamXD gazed down at George, gently brushing the brown tufts of hair from his eyes. His movements were slow, weighed with burdens of sorrow. "It is difficult to kill a god. The wound has to be severe enough to kill us before we can heal. We would have to use our powers, and our bodies won't let us. The power will retract itself." 

Fresh cracks split George's heart. He suddenly wondered if DreamXD had ever attempted to end his own life. If the memories George404 didn't share held moments where the brunette was forced to watch his lover attempt to leave this world. It seemed the darkness DreamXD was plunged into truly had no end, wrapping him in a cage of despair. 

George knew what they would have to do, but he didn't want to. The thought itself was unbearable, even if it would finally release the god. Fangs of guilt sank deep, dragging George down to look at the dark, seeping wound he'd torn open. No matter how this ended, there would be scars that may never heal. 

Without thinking, George raised his arms, cupping DreamXD's face gently under the mask. He'd expected the god to pull away, or dodge him, but DreamXD held still. He traced his thumbs slowly over warm skin, feeling the soft pucker of a scar. 

"I'm sorry." George whispered. "It wasn't your fault." 

DreamXD's breath hitched, and he began to tremble. "But it was. I should never have left him." 

"He's still with you." 

"You're not him." DreamXD's voice had a cold bite to it, and the brunette felt something warm slip down his knuckles. The gold-tinted tear fell silently to the ground, leaving a tiny dark spot on the stones beneath them. 

"No, I mean your George." George chose his words carefully. "He would never move on without you." 

"You're wrong." DreamXD snapped softly. "I can not find his soul."

George fell silent. He had a feeling he shouldn't push the topic more, he couldn't risk unraveling the small amount of clarity he had with the god. 

DreamXD didn't pursue their conversation, and George retracted his hands, the firelight reflected in the tears still clinging to his fingers. The orange light glinted off something on his wrist, and George's heart sped up as he recognized the blue crystal. 

Dream. My Dream. George felt an ache in his chest. He knew the dirty blond must be losing his mind. George hoped Wilbur and Sapnap would help keep him from doing anything rash, the two men having formed a growing friendship with Dream.

George stared at the bracelet before dropping his hand. He had to be smart about the way he used it, he didn't want to set DreamXD off if the god overheard. 

He closed his eyes, listening to the crackle of the fire, and the gentle drip of water. It was a long moment before he'd noticed something he hadn't before. A soft roaring, reverberating gently through the cavern walls. A waterfall? 

He wasn't sure when he'd fallen asleep, but he woke up when DreamXD's thighs shifted beneath his head, the god delicately placing George down. George blinked open his eyes, watching as the god lifted the green cloak, gently touching his injured leg.