Friends or Enemies? |Dream x Reader|

Chapter 45 ~ It meant I was in love.

~Y/n's POV~

We planned to meet Tommy at what used to be L'manburg. Well, they did. And here I am, sat on the grass of what I used to call my home, as I hug my knees. It's dark, but Tommy is nowhere to be found. I can hear Dream and George argue over in the distance.

Why is it that only he wants me gone? And why did he let me go the moment we both just found out what we actually are? It doesn't make sense. I thought he liked me. Hell, I thought he loved me.

I'll be okay, he said. He'll do anything for me, he said. He'll give me the stars, he fucking said. What a bunch of broken promises. What a bunch of shit. Dream is shit. Maybe my brothers were right all along. He's a bad guy. He always has been.

Yet here I was, realizing that maybe he really isn't bad after all. And that maybe his love wasn't meant for me, but for the me that no longer existed. Some part of me wants to think that's true, and only because I don't want to think that he's a bad guy.

But another part of me deep, deep down wants to think like brothers. I want to dislike Dream. I want to hate Dream. I want to despise him. But never would I want to think of him as a monster. Not to anyone.

Not even my brothers who I thought were the bad guys, only to find out they've been protecting my heart from Dream who played with me only to shatter it. I don't know what to think anymore. I like to think that maybe at one point Dream really did love me.

But who am I to think that when it probably won't even matter anymore? He's sending me back, because he said it would be better for me to stay away from him. Why would I want that? Maybe it's the fact that he thinks I don't love him.

And do I love him? Surely I do, right? He's my soulmate, of course, I have to love him. But how do I know when I'm in love or not? I promised myself that I'd tell him that I do. That I do love him. But that was before my death.

Things have changed now, and maybe he only ever did love what he thought wasn't me. To him, us being soulmates don't pull us closer. It pulls us farther. But I've asked myself what it would be like without him again.

I've lasted 10 years, what's 10 more? Only thing is, this isn't just a decade without him. This is forever. And the only forever I want is him. Why doesn't he get that? Does he need to hear the words I love you for him to do so? But yet again.

He loved dummy. Not Y/n.

I just hope he reads the shittiest thing I ever wrote.

~Dream's POV~

"Dream, please, you can't do this to her." George pleads, trying to keep his tone down, but I've already made up my mind. "She'll die if I don't." I tell him, looking back at the girl, sat on the ground, picking the grass.

She hasn't spoken a word to me ever since we left. She hasn't even asked why her home is gone. Why the country she fought for is demolished. That's how broken she is. That's how much I've broken her.

I've broken her so much that sadness has taken over her curiosity. That curiosity I love so much. "You're right, Dream." George says. "You really did break her a lot." He read my mind and says sarcastically, and I have to force myself to bring me back to my other thoughts.

The thoughts I hate so goddamn much. The thought that I need to let her go. I sigh, biting the inside of my cheek. What's taking so long? Did Sapnap not tell them like I asked him to? I turn my attention back to Y/n and I just stare at her.

I don't think of anything, I just stare. I don't think of what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with her. I don't think of what it would be like to lose her again. I don't think of the fact that I'm giving away my soulmate to her brother that wouldn't hesitate to kill her.