What I Meant By Forever

George

George stayed there in his arms for hours, until the blood had dried on him. He looked at Dream's lifeless face and kissed him gently, desperate to feel his lips moving against his own like they had all those months ago. His movements soon grew frantic as the tears finally came.
"Kiss me back, idiot," he sobbed.
He shook as he cried into the shoulder of a corpse, pulling out his phone.
"There's a dead man down by the train tracks. He committed suicide. I won't be there when you get here, but I was here as he died. He held me, he said my name. He loved me you see, and I loved him. You need to phone his mother, she'll want to see him," George told the operator before hanging up.

He screamed.

He opened the front door and refused to talk to his mother, instead going to the bathroom and locking himself in. He was still there when the police called, staring at the dried bloody thumbprint on his lips. He was still washing the blood off of his hands when the police arrived. He was in the shower scrubbing at his chest when they left. Skin burning red raw from scrubbing, he cried himself to sleep, and when he woke up a date had been set for the funeral.
He wore a suit, the one Dream had picked out for him to wear to prom- a prom he didn't go to, in the end. He delivered a eulogy, describing the first night they spent by the train tracks and concluding that "Dream was a good friend, and God knows he deserved better than he got." He didn't know who could understand him through his tears.
He visited Dream's grave too, every day with a white rose.
"I thought my kiss would be the thing to kill you," he told the dirt one day, "I thought it was selfish of me to want you. Turns out you wanted me too, and now that smile I loved so much is six feet underground." George fiddled with the white rose in his hands, spinning it around between his thumb and index finger.
"If only I had loved you out loud, maybe my kiss could have saved you."

He placed the rose down on the grave along with so many dead ones and left, thinking that maybe Dream would see the flowers after they died.