A Runaway Blob Dream || Dream x Reader ||

Chapter 13

It has been quite a while since I've seen Dream. A few days actually, in a row, I didn't get any new flowers.

At the beginning I thought he was done with his little message, whatever that was. That last blue rose didn't really belong with the other flowers he gave me so the true meaning of the message was very vague to me.

But now, after a few days of not seeing him, and waking to see no new flowers in the kitchen, I started to get worried. Especially because his bowl that he ate from everyday was clean with no trace of any food being poured into it.

Even though I didn't want to panic, because I knew he was safe and sound and that I just didn't wake up at the right time to see him, other things put aside, deep inside of me was stirring a storm. A storm, filled with hurt, bitter panic, worry and fear.

The fear of losing him.

The fear of losing someone as precious as Dream.

Sucking in a long, sharp breath, I put the seed of doubt and worry, in my heart, aside and decided that I should wait at least until tomorrow before losing my sanity over the fact that something might have happened to my blob.

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As the first morning light shone on the window seal of my bedroom, a new morning came. A few moments later, warm sunshine came in contact with the edge of my bed and soon, it bathed the parts of my limbs that were not protected by the warmth of home blankets.

The moment the sun came in contact with the features of my face, my eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. Blinking the sleepiness away, my tired hands came up to the still fearly closed eyes and rubbed them good. Clearing the fog from my dead-with-sleep-brain, a promise made to myself came as the most important thing in the moment, and yet to be formed thoughts were gone before they even got the chance to come into existence.

Practically throwing the blankets off my body, I jumped and, with the speed of light, ran downstairs to check if he was there this morning. My heart was full of something I can't quite explain. It was a mixture of hope, expectation and a knowing negative fact that creeped deep inside of my mind and heart. One that I could never admit out loud because then it'd mean that I accepted the very possible true fact. That he left and - that I have lost him. Possibly forever.

Descending the stairs felt as if I was running through the air with the speed of light but the moment felt so still also, like it lasted an eternity. I could feel all of it surrounding me and going through me, transforming into energy that pushed me forward. To run faster. To get to the kitchen even just for a mile of a second before.

The whole brightness of my face faded away in a matter of seconds as my eyes laid on the empty silver plate. An immediate lump formed in my throat, drying it to its fullest and taking away all air from my lungs.

He didn't come back.

Tears formed in my eyes.

Dream…

As the first tears escaped the eyelids, I couldn't keep my unbothered and chill expression anymore. I let the stream of crocodile tears flow down my cheeks. Soon, I walked forward and took the plate in my hands. Looking at it was quite difficult, given the tears that blurred my line of vision. The moment I saw the reflection of my teary face, I choked in a loud sob.