Rigid Love (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)

Back From the Dead

TW: none

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*Dream POV*

I cradled George's head and kissed his forehead, wishing that my tears would make him open his eyes. He didn't deserve this. Even if he lived would he be able to truly forgive me? Of course not.

My tears mixed with the rain. I wrapped my arms around George's lifeless body, clinging to it like it was my lifeline. I sobbed like a child until I saw the lights approach and the sirens get louder. I kissed his forehead again and just as I was about to leave, he weakly called my name. I collapsed to the ground next to him, thankful to hear his voice again.

"Dream..." he whispered into my ear.

"Yes, baby? What is it?"

"You killed me."

"I-" He was right. I kept hurting him and hurting him and hurting him until I finally hurt him too much and ended up killing him.

"You fucking killed me and it's your fault I'm fucking dead. You killed me! You killed me! You killed me! You-"

I opened my eyes. There was no rain, no wind, no sirens... and no George. I thought the nightmares would've ended a month after he died, but they wouldn't stop. I never saw where his grave was nor did I want to visit it. I had my own altar in my house to honor him. I ran my fingers through my hair and sat up. I was too sweaty so even though the time was 1:22 a.m. I decided to take a shower. I ran out of liquor the other night and I needed a drink to get back to sleep. It's the only thing that helps me sleep after a nightmare of George.

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I drove to the nearest convenience store, not wanting to go to an actual liquor store. I needed something to eat, as well. I had no food. There was one nearby that was open until 2 a.m. I had to hurry, but as long as I got in and out quickly, I would be able to get what I needed before they closed. The only thing I hated about this store was that it was next to a college campus and sometimes drunk and/or horny students would come here and get whatever they needed here. I actually had been hit on twice, obviously, I said no and walked away both times. Before I met George, I would've taken advantage of the drunk college students, but I couldn't bring myself to do it anymore.

I put my hood on my sweatshirt up over my head and walked in. Without looking at the cashier or anything else, I went directly to the back shelf where the liquor was and looked over the bottles considering which one I wanted to drown my sorrows in tonight.

I hear the bell by the door ring signaling someone had come in. Shit. And here I was thinking I was going to be able to buy all this shit and only be embarrassed by one person and now I have to do the walk of shame to the front of the store in front of two people. I could already imagine the looks I would get buying three bottles of whiskey and a case of beer.

I hear some mumbling from the front of the store. Maybe he was just buying something quick and would get out before I got up there. "Yeah, and this," the guy said. I thought for a second I recognized his voice. I mean, I went here a lot and saw a couple of regulars, too.

"Are you paying with cash or card, baby?" My ears perked up hearing that.

"Uhm, cash..." the guy replied, his voice shaking. Why did his voice sound so familiar?

"Mm, you know you're really cute," the cashier said.

The seemingly young boy was silent for a minute before he said shyly and quietly, "Sorry, I'm not interested. Can I please pay?" The accent.. that was a distinct accent. I haven't heard that accent in a long time. Who knew this little college student or whatever was a foreigner.