Limerence

Chapter twenty eight

A feeling of emptiness took over George. Even though he knew he had made the right choice by letting Dream escape from The Royal Guard, he felt like he was missing a piece of him. And maybe he was. At the end of the day, Dream was the person he loved and being unable to be with him hurt him.

But he didn't feel heartbroken. No, it was more of a feeling of being forsaken.

Stop it. You have no time for this.

Right.

The Royal Guard was coming and he couldn't just stand there.

What was he supposed to do? Run to the front door and pretend that he had escaped on his own? And then what? The Prince would order his guards to look for Dream and they would probably catch up to him.

No. He had stayed behind only because he was going to give him time.

If The Prince thought that Dream had kidnapped him, he was going to let him think that.

He looked around the room, trying to find a rope or something that would help him tie himself, but he didn't see anything. Everything was a mess after Dream and his men rushed to leave the place, and it was almost empty. Nevertheless, there was a mirror in the wall that gave him an idea. It was probably a stupid idea, but it was his best shot.

He heard screams coming from outside of the building, which meant The Royal Guard had arrived.

He stood in front of the mirror and closed his eyes ready to smash his head into his reflection.

Here goes nothing. He told himself before hitting his head as hard as he could, falling to the ground.

To say the hit had been painful was an understatement, but what did he expect? He had just smashed his head against a fucking mirror.

He looked up to see a now broken mirror with shattered glass around him. He could feel blood running down his face, making him cringe. He tried to stand up and navigate the moving room, but he failed as his body dropped to the ground, forcing him to close his eyes.

When he opened them again, everything was blurry. He heard faint voices from the other side of the door, but he couldn't bring himself to answer. He brought a hand to his forehead, trying to find the place he had hit himself, withdrawing his hand immediately due to the unbearable pain.

There was someone knocking on the door. Since when did people begin to knock the door like they were trying to beat the shit out of it? It only exacerbated the pangs in his head.

Stop! He tried to scream, but nothing came out.

It took a couple of seconds? minutes? Maybe hours until someone opened the damn door. He had no idea other than it took them an eternity.

"I found him!" someone yelled from the entrance of the room, and George had never wanted to beat the living shit out of someone like that moment.

Hurried steps became more clear as they approached, making his headache even worse, and George wanted to rip his head off. Why were they so fucking loud?

And that wasn't the worst part. The dumb sound of metal clicking was making him go crazy. Why did they have to wear stupid metal armor?

He had been so caught up with his thoughts that it took a pair of familiar arms to bring him back to reality.

"George." The Prince's soft voice rang in his head. "What did they do to you?"

George mumbled something incomprehensible to his ears, partially opening his eyes. The Prince's worried face — or maybe it was Dream's? How could he know? They looked so alike. — met him.