George finally finished a long day of work. While driving home in the pouring rain, he sees a strange man wearing a mask with a smiley on it. He feels sympathetic for the stranger and offers him a ride. The man accepts without speaking and George dr...
George let out a sigh as he walked to his car, exhausted from his busy day. The sky was so pitch black, with the same stars peeking from underneath the dark grey clouds. It was about to rain, the sky could burst any second. But George was safe and dry inside his car, ready to go home.
He starts the car, shivering at the coldness of the car seat. He could hear the water droplets fall onto his car with soft thuds, turning into more and more by the second.
He quickly drives towards his destination, home.
On his way home he sees the cemetery that he always passes to make his way home. But this time, he noticed something different.. or rather someone.
There seemed to be a middle-aged man, in just a T-shirt and sweatpants, standing there, completely soaked in the pouring rain.
George could care less, he should care less. He was tired and his mental battery was completely empty, but still had a little human decency left to grab a purple umbrella from his back seat and exit the car, walking towards the man.
What if he was standing outside, soaked in the rain? He would want someone to offer him a ride back home.
With every step, he could feel his sneakers flood with rain more and more.
He enters through the opening of the cemetery and walks towards the strange man standing in front of a grave.
Must be his grandma or something, at least that is what George did when his nan died.
After the ceremony ended George insisted he stayed by the grave as everyone left. Most of the time he visited his pops he'd go and tell stories to her grave.
Until the place was one day trashed, and George could never go back and see the sight of what you could call a disaster.
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He stood behind the man and put a hand on his shoulder, shivering a bit at the wetness and coldness of the shirt the strange man was wearing.
"Hey, man, do you need a ride? It's kinda cold out here." George asked but there was no response. George decided to come a bit closer to the grave the man was standing in front of, now facing the dirty blond. His eyes widened as he faced a big white mask with a bright smile on it. The masked man lowered his neck to also face the brunet.
"Yes, please." He said. There was no emotion found in the voice of the masked blond.. and it scared George.
"I-I uhm my car is over there" George stuttered while he pointed at a dark blue BMW In front of the entrance and exit of the cemetery. The masked man instantly walked towards the car, leaving George questioning if this was the right decision to make.
George also quickly starts heading towards his car as he hears the masked man struggling to open the car door. Two beeps were heard and the dirty blond finally opened the car door.
George walks to the other side of the car, opening the door to access the driver's seat. He sits down, looking at the tall male beside him. 'Front street, next to the school.' The suspicious man suddenly spoke with no emotion.
"Okay!" George said "You're soaked though, you can put on a sweater of mine."The masked male turned his head to the brunette.
"I never wore it since it was too big for me." George felt like the masked man stared right through his soul.
"I-it's in the back, I'll go-" George's hand met the masked man's, both trying to find the sweater. He felt the coldness of his white gloves, shivering. George quickly pulled his hand away, flustered.
"Yeah, that plain dark blue one." The masked man's hand grabbed the hem of the sweater and pulled it towards him. He began pulling off his wet t-shirt, but then he looked up at George, who was staring and blushing.
"Oh, I'm s-sorry," George turned his head, giving the dirty blond privacy. The masked pulled his t-shirt off and slid on the plain sweater. George didn't exactly know if the taller male was done so he turned around, being a little early.
He took a small glance over the masked stomach before the taller had slid on the sweater successfully. George turned around and started driving to the place the masked told him to go. He knew where it was, as he had picked up his little cousin there once.
The car ride was silent. Sometimes George would glance over at the taller sitting next to him. Every time he did, the dirty blond was facing forward with a look as if he was staring into the void. But every time he turned to face the road again he swore he could feel the masked figure turning to him.
They finally arrived and the masked stranger opened the car door, walking out. George quickly followed all the way toward the front door. "Goodbye! Uhm,"George didn't know his name yet.
"Dream," The masked stranger said.
"Oh well, goodbye, Dream!" George waved but the taller didn't wave back, he just stood there, facing the front door of the house.
"Uhm okay," George thought while walking back to the car. He stepped in and started driving back home. Mid-way he realized something
"Oh fuck, I forgot to get my sweatshirt back." George sighed "I'll just go back tomorrow."
The next day George arrived at the house he dropped the masked man off last night. He gets out of the car and walks towards the door. He rings the bell and starts to hear footsteps coming his way. A female with white hair and rainbow highlights opens the door. 'Uhm is..Dream here?' The slightly shorter female widened her eyes.
'D-dream..' the female formed tears in her eyes 'That's my son..' she spoke 'He died three years ago..' George widened his eyes as guilt 'I'm so sorry to hear that.' 'Yeah..He's now watching over us' The female faked a smile 'Above us in the sky, or just a mile away.' The female joked, trying to lighten the mood.
'I'm sorry?' George asked. 'He's buried in the cemetery, which is not far away from here.' George re-widened his eyes, that's where he saw Dream last night. 'I'm sorry but I've got to go, Miss' George started walking away quickly to get to his car.
'Goodbye, young man.' The female said. George quickly got into his car, driving as fast as he could, to get to the cemetery. He stopped the car and quickly ran through the port, watching his feet as if he didn't want to walk over someone's grave. Then he saw something blue with white lying on one of the graves.
He quickly ran towards it as he felt the ground getting muddy and his hair wet because it had started raining again. As he arrived he looked down onto the grave. The Dream was Taken, from 1999-2020.
But what feared George the most was George's sweater lying on top of it, with a bright smile just like the mask he was wearing...
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