Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 37 ~ Nothing left.

~Dream's POV~

I'm running, now running for the love of my life. What were you thinking, Dream? Where did I go wrong aside from the obvious? You aren't running fast enough, Dream. Run faster. And so I do. I run as fast as my legs will let me.

Time can't wait, Dream. Faster!

I'm going as fast as I can. But alas, that wasn't fast enough. I see her. I see Y/n. I see the dead Y/n I've been trying to bring back for all these years. But little did I know, I've been falling for the same person all over again.

Everything stops around me. The water no longer streaming. The trees no longer swaying. My heart no longer beating. And the girl that should've been alive no longer breathing. I fall onto my knees next her, taking her head onto my lap.

I cry. I sob. I scream. I wail.

It's like finding out she died all over again. Only this time, I'm sure of it. This isn't faked. This is real. I rip my mask off, and then I rip hers. And for the first time in years I see her. I see her, and it's like a thousand nightmares in one.

Because I don't see her smiling. I don't see her breathing. I don't see her looking at me with those pretty darn eyes. I see her dead.

I see the Y/n I've loved for all these years. Did she know? "I'm sorry." I bawl into her shoulder. "I'm sorry!" I yell like it'll somehow bring her back. "I'M SO SORRY, Y/N!" My voice echo's through the forest like even more versions of myself are out there repeating after me.

"I'll bring you back, I promise." I whisper into her hair, kissing her forehead. Her favorite. "I'll bring you back, Y/n." I close my eyes, thinking to myself that this is real. This is Y/n. And she died in the hands of my own flesh and blood.

I open my eyes to look at her again. Her face. How did I not notice? She hasn't changed in years. Her hair, her nose, even her fucking voice. Stupid Dream. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I suck in a sharp breath, all I wanted in life was everything I didn't deserve. And that was her.

That was Y/n.

The amount of nightmares I had to go through just to dream next to her, only to find out I killed it. It was us against fate, and I lost while fighting for the both of us.

If only I knew.

~Narrator's POV~

Dream, who now held her lifeless body in his arms, promising to himself he would bring her back. Like 10 years all over again.

And the rumors of Y/n from years ago had officially come true. She died. But not in the way people thought she did. Like they say, every legend has a little truth to it. And as the darkness surrounded them both, he realized what he did. Something he'd never forgive himself for.

Love is so easy to disguise. But a person, not so much. Because for weeks she had to hide herself. Hide herself to refrain any of this from happening. And for the first time in history, Dream had never been so wrong about a girl.

Her death sounded as if it was faked. A God who killed for the sake of a boy who longed for power. Who would believe such thing? But the guilt Dream would have to live with is going to be so much more. Because she didn't kill herself. She didn't commit suicide for the sake of avoiding someone for the rest of her life.