Finding Dream | (AU) Dnf, Benchtrio, TwinsDuo

Dream and George

George

It's been a few days since our argument. I feel myself getting more worried as I see my best friend less and less everyday.

A few hours after the fight I assumed he'd come out of his room and we'd make up. Since we were kids that's how it always worked.

We'd fight, then makeup and no matter what always stay best friends.

This was different.

I knocked on his door the morning after, I was getting nervous "Hey Dream?" No response.

His door was open a crack, I didn't want to barge in but at this point I just needed to hear his voice "Hey Dream can we talk?" I walked over to the bed.

Dreams emerald eyes were darkened with a shadow of hurt. His under eyes were puffy and his lips looked dry.

He had been crying.

I hate seeing him like this, I just want him to be okay "Dream" my voice was soft "Come here" I say closer to him and leaned against the headboard.

Surprisingly he obliged and rested his head in my lap "I'm sorry for earlier. I hate that I get so mad" Dream spoke quietly.

This apology felt different from the ones when we were kids. I could feel the genuine hatred of himself when he spoke. Like he was disgusted with his actions.

I wish I could tell him how he's the kindest person I've ever met. Or how he can make any room light up with that smile.

I feel like I'm getting off track, sorry.

I looked down at his head resting in my lap "Please don't apologize. This situation is insane, it's okay to want to leave" I could tell everything was hitting him. It's been a month without his dad, I can't even imagine how he's feeling.

He had fallen asleep in my lap. I definitely felt myself slipping in and out of sleep, and eventually just accepted it. We sat there for hours.

The next morning I offered to make us a small breakfast. I know we were just arguing about it, but no matter what I still think it's smarter to ration our food more.

Since then I could still tell something was just off with him. I knew he was hurting. His dad was his best friend.

It's like if I lost Dream. I don't even want to think about that.

He came out of his room a few hours ago and we actually talked a little though "Hi, how are you doing?" I said, trying to sound calm and not pushy.

Dream sat down at the chair next to mine "I know I've been acting weird lately. I just miss-" he couldn't even finish his sentence.

I placed my hand on his "I know. Please if you want to talk about it or just need someone, come to me. We only have each other right now, and we need to use that to our benefit. Okay?" I've never been more serious, I can't continue to watch him spiral like this.

He nodded and squeezed my hand lightly.

Why did I feel butterflies? Maybe I'm making it up.

He walked back to his room again, said he was going to take a nap then we can talk again.

I hope he starts feeling better.

Dream

I've never really dealt with grief before. I mean I've probably had a goldfish die here or there, but I've never dealt with human grief.

It hurts to think about it.

I hate sitting in this fucking room all day staring at the same gray walls.

It feels like there's a sharp pain in every single bone and joint and it's just stabbing at my heart. My dad was my everything.

He wouldn't want me to act like this. He'd probably say something dumb like "Kid, we got more important things to worry about!" Or "You better wipe those tears or we're going to be sitting here all day!"

I don't want to forget his voice. That scares me. Slowly staring to forget memories, I hope that never happens.

It just hurts my brain to think about him right now.

And sadly I'm taking it out on George. He's the only one here so it's kind of just default.

It still makes me feel like a dick.

I realized I enjoy George's company a lot more than I previously thought I did. He keeps me sane. He checks in on me and makes sure I'm okay.

Nobody has ever done that before. Well, besides my Dad.

But George is special. Something about him, I just can't put my finger on it.

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