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Must Be Heaven

Cw: This story includes fluff and triggering topics such as drug abuse, death, depression, self harm, suicide, and angst. Stay safe and enjoy!
(I promise you get a bittersweet ending)

POV: George

I was laying flat on my back, Dream at my side halfway under the covers. I closed my eyes, engulfing myself in the peace of having him here with me. His coarse sleep-voice brought me back into reality. I turned my gaze to him, a small smile on my face as he spoke. "Gogy... Cmere. Gimme a kiss." I laughed, rolling over to that I was properly facing him. I pressed my lips gently to his, leaning into his grasp as his familiar and comforting arms wrapped around me gently. He nipped playfully at my bottom lip before pulling back. "I love you. You know that, right?" He asked me. I blushed, nodding as I curled up against him. "I know," I responded. "I love you too. To the moon-" he interrupted me, finishing the sentence. "And back." I laughed softly, nodding. He grinned and gave me another kiss. Just as sweet and welcoming as the last once. I smiled, burying my face in his chest when our lips finally broke apart. I took a few deep breaths, inhaling his familiar scent. Mint, citrus, a little bit of sweat, and a smell that couldn't be described by anything other than him. Everyone had a unique smell to them outside of whatever soaps they used, and that was his. I couldn't put it to words, but nothing made me feel safer. Dream buried his face in my hair, whispering softly. "What's wrong? You just took a really deep breath." I laughed softly, snuggling into him more. "Nothing, Dré. Just savoring the moment." I felt him smile against me, and he kissed the top of my head softly. I fell asleep in his arms a few minutes later.

And then I woke up. Cold, alone, and feeling more miserable than ever. Just a dream. I couldn't help but whimper softly, a tear streaming down my face. I looked the the empty side of my king-size bed- the side that should belong to Dream. But instead of seeing the 6"3, muscular, blonde man I loved more than anything else, I saw an empty spot. The pillow and blankets looked untouched, as if even when I was asleep, I was too scared to move to that side of the bed. And maybe I was. I still couldn't accept the fact that he was gone. Really, truly— gone. I shook my head abruptly, suppressing the memories as I sat up and slid out of bed. I didn't bother combing my hair or changing out of my pajamas before I headed into the kitchen. I opened the pantry, blindly grabbing a box of cereal and moving to the fridge. I nabbed the milk then got a bowl and spoon. I didn't even realize I had grabbed Lucky Charms until I was pouring milk. My throat tightened and I closed my eyes, nearly spilling milk onto the counter. Lucky Charms was— is, Dream's favorite. Once I caught my breath and felt like I could breathe again, I put the milk and cereal box away then sat down with my bowl and started eating. I couldn't down more than 3 bites before I felt full and a wave of nausea hit me. I bit my tongue, ignoring the burning desire on my wrists. I closed my eyes, taking a few breaths. What had my therapist told me to do when this happened? Fuck. I can't remember. I pulled my phone out, sending her a panicked text.

"Help. Please. I want to do it again and I don't know how to make it go away." The read receipt showed up instantly, and the three dots signifying that she was typing came a second later. "Deep breaths, George. In for 5, out for 7. Once you've done that, can you tell me 5 things you can see right now?" I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my rapidly increasing breathing. After a couple minutes, it worked a little. I went through the 5 senses with my therapist, and by the end of it I felt significantly better. "Did it help at all?" She texted. I nodded as I sent my reply. "Yes. Thank you... I'm sorry I texted you so suddenly I just panicked and didn't know who else to go to." Her response came instantly. "No, no. It's okay- that's why I'm here. I'm glad it helped. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to text or call me- okay?" I smiled slightly at the screen. She was always so kind, and truly seemed genuine towards me. I texted out my response and hit send before I slid my phone back in my pocket. "Okay. Thank you, Zora. You're amazing." I started to clean up my cereal bowl, and I heard a ding from my phone which I recognized as the notification a message had been given a heart. Instinct told me it was Zora reacting to my message.