Will You Stand By Me? || dreamnotfound hanahaki AU

chapter 2

((something i'd like to mention before i start this chapter, is that i changed the disease around a bit. basically, he's not only affected romantically but also platonically, so overall one sided relationships are what causes it, have fun reading! :] ))

dream slumped onto his chair, plastic bag with george's shoes inside on his lap as he stared frustrated at the stubborn stains.

he sighed to himself, unsure of what to do, his attempts at cleaning it had failed miserably. the washing had done nothing but spread the color more, and dream was stuck.

clearing his throat, he sits up and turns to his laptop to call up sapnap for some help, a very close friend of his, or at least that's what he'd like to believe. he waited patiently in a vc, fingers fiddling with the damp shoelaces before a sudden fit of coughs interrupted the silence.

he frantically reaches for some tissues, fumbling desperately as his hands searched the messy desk.

as soon as he feels the box of tissues in his hands, he pulls one out and quickly brings it to his face, blood and petals splattering all over the once white tissue.

dream grabs his water bottle, eagerly chugging down the water and letting cold liquid soothe his throat, it burned, bad, so the cooling helped a bit.

key word, a bit.

he hears a quiet ding, signifying that someone had messaged him on discord. tired green eyes drag over to the bright laptop screen, sapnap had messaged him.

"yo dream, cant make it tonight man. yk how it is w school, sorry."

dream stares blankly at the message, he didn't even know what to say, this wasn't the first time spnap had bailed on him for "school" after all.

to say they had grown apart was an understatement, the two used to be stuck together 24/7, even with the distance. but something changed the day sapnap had stopped online school, transferring over to a public one.

6 hour calls turned into three hour ones, eventually to one hour, fifteen minutes, and then none. sapnap had never been the type to text a lot so, the only times they would talk was when dream had texted him first.

he was more than out of touch with dream, but dream refused to say anything, refused to leave the friendship. even when he had found himself at the doctor's office one evening, petals in hand and worries filling his head.

dream shook, his head dissmissively, what was he doing? he heaved himself up, shaky hands reaching over to shut off his laptop to start getting ready to leave the house.

one long aching walk and a couple of suppressed coughing fits later, he found himself at the entrance of a shoe store. he glanced down at his wallet in hand, unsure of the decision.

was he really about to spend money just because he couldn't wash the damn shoe?

yes, yes he was.

a quiet ding emited from a speaker when he sets foot in the store, eyes scanning the shelves for the ones george had. his eyes land on some familiar white ones, the exact ones george had. perfect.

walking over, he picks up the pair of shoes, searchig around for a tag or anything that would show how much it costed.

"three hundred dollars?? is he insane??" he whisper yelled to no one but himself, eyes widening in disbelief.

flipping open his wallet, he skims through the amount of money he had. six hundred.

he chewed on his lips, now stuck on the decision even more. the money he had wasn't just any money, he was saving up for his family and medicine for his god forsaken disease.

he didn't just have money to throw away.

george's angry expression flashes through his mind, reminding him of how upset george was when it had happen. he can't piss of another person at school.

so, in complete impulse, he grabs the shoes and rushes over to the counter, handing the cashier the money before he could even think about changing his mind.

he could feel the skin on his lips begin to peel from how hard he was chewing on them, he was unsure of the decision and yet... here he was. this was stupid.

the cashier handed him the shoes, dream rushing straight out of the store and back home as soon as he got the chance.

the walk home was.. annoying, to say the least. he had left the house in a hurry, forgetting his earphones which lead to him currently having nothing to take him out of his own loud thoughts.

he hated the silence, his own mind usually eating at him at any given moment when he wasn't occupied.

he was still in disbelief that he had spent that much money, knowing damn well his family was struggling. knowing that the flowers in his lungs suffocated him more and more with every day he spends leaving it untreated.

but in all that disbelief and worry, he didn't find himself regretting it. it was weird, he knew he should've, but he just couldn't find it in him to be.

sighing, he quickens his pace, determinded to get home and just finally lay in bed after a long day.

A/N: this ones a bit of a slow chapter im v sorry, but just wanted to set the environment that dream was living in, but dw, dnf content next chapter :] oh and big thank you to Meva400 for shouting out this book, i really appreciate it :)) <3 !