Sacrifice - dreamnotfound

02 - Redo

Dream's head throbbed, he could hear his own head pound. It ached. He shuffled a bit on his bed before eventually opening his eyes. He looked up noticing the difference in his surroundings realising the cleanliness presented in front of him, huh? 'What is going on?' he thought. Interrupting his thought process the ponding came back but even more painful than before, being the only though on his mind.

Once again a ring tone was heard, still the same mellow tune. Changing his attention from his head to his phone, his eyes shifting. Looking closely at his no longer shattered phone, saying (caller ID: George) George. Was this some type of sick joke, what type of fucking sicko would ever do this? Looking at it closely, the numbers were exactly his. Dream having his lovers number remembered by heart, god even blindfolded if he tried. The love they both shared was immaculate especially if that meant remembering your other's phone number by heart. Hesitantly he answered, gradually moving his phone up to his ear.
The vibrating stopped and a voice on the other line appeared, a beautiful British accent, George's beautiful British accent.

"Hey Dream, nearly done getting ready?" 'Ready?' Dream thought he was dead. But obviously not if he's there speaking to him right now. 'What is going on? What is he even or am I even getting ready for?' Again his thought process was interrupted by George yammering on once again.
"Helloooo? Whats wrong, do you not wanna go out anymore, I get it's a bit weird since we are best friends but-"
"N-No. Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind, so what are we getting ready for again?"
"You're such an idiot Dream. Our date, our first date? You didn't forget did you? I was gonna ask if you wanted to meet up or were you planning to pick me up? "
"Uhm, its just so good to hear your voice, and no darling, I didn't forget I'll pick you up alright?"
"D-Darling? Did Dream just call me darling, that's new." George said, his stomach jumping up and down at the new nick name.
"Well I guess I'm calling you that now aren't I? See you at three."

He swiftly hung up, heart beating insanely fast. Been a while since he's heard his voice, let alone get a call from him.

"What the fuck just happened" he grumbled obviously shocked but even more confused. Though a part of him was ecstatic, George, someone he loved dearly, was alive, in the flesh. Not just that but he gets to live the very first experience of there beginning together. Their first romantic encounter.

Fuck, the date, had he even got anything prepared? Not caring to shower, as he hasn't looked this clean in a while, he picked up a suit, it was silk and pearly white added with a black jacket on top of it, completing the fit. Then he moved towards his drawer, which he forgot he had as his room was a mess before not being able to see anything in it and pulled out some cologne. One. Two. Three. Three pumps of cologne, two at his wrists and one around his chest area. Hair. He needed to fix his hair. Using a cream, he combed his hair using his hands, styling it.

There. He was ready, date ready. God he was happy, his grin was large. He may have even cried a little but joyous cry, which he hadn't done in a long time.

Rattling his keys, he walked over to the front door, click, and locked it. Now here he was, on his way to see George. My god George. He didn't have time to feel but more helplessly get trapped in the illusion of love, forgetting everything else besides the date.