Take Your Time

8. Old Memories, New Words.

"Well hello there, little brother." He called out with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

"Wilbur??" George's asked, immediately frowning once he realized what he had said, "Wait- 'little'? I'm older!"

Wilbur grabbed the bag of chips out of his brother's shopping basket. "Whatever you say, Gogy."

"Hey! I was going to buy those crisps." George groaned and he squeezes Dream's hand, "What are you even doing here?"

Dream noticed George staring at a guy in the back of the store, who waved happily. George smiled, but there was something hidden behind it. Easy to see for the people who know him, an actual master act for those who didn't.

"Can we talk?" Wilbur asked before Dream had the chance to write about it.

"Sure, but-" George looks at Dream. He grabs his phone and types, 'It's okay! I'll go home. I will see you later.'

Dream waved at Wilbur, quickly smiled at George and walked out of the store.

As soon as he left, Will started smirking, "So... You and that guy...are a thing." He watched George's face go pink. "Right?"
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Dream laid down on his bed. He couldn't think straight, his mind kept replaying the memory of the kiss.

He walked over to the mirror, standing there motionless. People around his age are trying to find jobs and yet, there he is, trying to get the words out of himself and practice  talking.

"G-..." His voice sounded hoarse, and it caused him to cough. "...George. Hi George."

Dream stares into the mirror as his eyes widened. He could faintly see blood on his lips, slowly dripping down his chin. Panic takes over and he aggressively rubs the red substance away.

But it doesn't.
It just doesn't go away.

Instead, it only increased. So much though, that his head started to spin and his mouth was filled with blood.

'I hope your throat will bleed from the amount of bullshit you speak.' The haunting words repeated in his head as he feels himself becoming nauseous.

A vibration of his phone brought Dream back to reality. He rubbed his eyes and let himself fall down on the ground.

With shaking hands, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and stared into the mirror.

There was no blood at all,
It wasn't real...

George's message appears on the screen,
'Would you like to come to the roof?'

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'Are you hiding something from everyone else?' Dream wrote on a piece of paper. He had met up with George at their usual spot, and the view of the city was getting less and less bright every day, due to the cold winter coming up.

"Why-" George whispered, immediately reframing himself, "Well that's quite a deep question to ask." He chuckled, trying to laugh it off.

'I'm not stupid.' Dream started writing, 'I saw the look you gave that guy at the store. I noticed your painfully forced smile.'

This time, George was the one to stay silence and narrowed his eyes. Dream handed him a small paper, 'You seem ashamed that I can read your mind.'

George playfully scoffed, "No, it's just- I know that guy."

"His name is Seamus Houghton."  George said, slowly drifting off into an old memory.

'You angel...' I whipered, ruffling the white hair and enjoying the peace. Sea jolted awake, immediately holding a strong grip on my arm. 'We need to make an opening.' He mumbled. Looking into his eyes, I could tell they were wide, again...