HIATUS, POSSIBLE DISCONTINUATION - Losing You

Chapter II

Dream groaned, leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. He hated long work days. He was a coder, and he enjoyed coding, but there were the days that he couldn't focus and it made his day only that much longer and more boring.

Dream was wearing his usual neon green hoodie with the smile on it, his favorite, and his black, long sleeve, turtle neck short underneath. He only wore the turtle necks at work; his coworkers thought that was all he owned.

He used to wear them at home. But that was only because a certain someone thought they looked really good on him. If he hadn't spontaneously left without reason, would Dream still wear them at home?

Maybe.

He was brutally dragged back to reality by a pen tapping on his desk and he blinked. He looked up - it was his boss. He swallowed thickly.

"Are you alright? You're not looking so well."

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine."

His boss cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"Yeah sure. Take an early one, and go home. Get some rest. You're obviously not focusing. I need someone who is well-rested and focused."

Dream sighed, understanding where his boss was coming from and decided to give in.

"Alright, thank you, sir."

"Eret."

"Eret, sorry."

He had forgotten that his boss would rather him call him by his name. He did that with all of his team in the building. He was their boss, sure, but he was like a supervisor: he made sure everyone was doing their job, doing it right and efficiently, and, most importantly, made we were all alright. Dream was very thankful for that someone to be Eret.

Dream left, packing his laptop and few papers, and headed home. He didn't know what he would do when he got there, but he figured he'd cross that bridge when he to it.

He came up with talking with his best friend Sapnap. When he got home, he, initially, was going to take a shower to try and clear his mind, but his friend did that anyway by starting an argument with him. Said argument resulted in this same phone call.

"-erry muffins are the best and you know it!"

"No, Dream, you know the chocolate ones are best. Even Bad thinks so!"

"You can't bring Bad into this! He says muffin, and he's just a sweet cinnamon role. His opinion on best muffin is not valid."

"Sure, and who do you have that would back you up, hm?"

That's where Dream froze. Because, he knew who would back him up. He knew very well. But he couldn't say, because 1, he up and left six or so years ago and 2, Sap would become his 'therapist self' and tell Dream that in order to fully get over him, Dream would have to go out and see other people. But that was the problem: he didn't want to get over the young boy. Dream wasn't sure he ever would. And he wanted to keep it that way.

"Exactly, see? Nobody thinks blueberry muffins are superior to chocolate."

He decided he didn't care. He'd gone through this before.

" He does."

That's when the other side of the line went silent. After a few minutes, Dream thought his best friend had either had a heart attack and died, or he had left without hanging up. After a while he heard someone pick the phone up.

"Dream?"

It was Karl.

"Yeah?"

"Uh, um... Sap Saudi needed to talk to you to help you get over George..?"

"Yeah, um, we were arguing about muffins, and he said Bad thinks chocolate muffins are best, but I said that he thinks all muffins or good - which isn't true - and that his opinion isn't valid," he could hear the flinch on the other side of the phone, "and he asked who would back me up, and I said that he would.."

It was quiet for a second, probably to give Karl a second to think.

"I don't think there's anything I can help with. Anyway, it doesn't sound like you want help forgetting?"

Dream was so glad for someone like Karl.

"Y-yeah. How'd you know?"

Karl chuckled and said, "Trust me, I just know." Dream smiled.

"Alright, well thank you, Karl. Tell Sap I'm going to take a nap."

"Ok! Will do."

Dream soon hang up after and went to go lay down in his bed. He looked at the time on the way and noticed the whole argument had lasted about an hour and a half. Once he arrived in his room, he stopped. He didn't really feel like taking a nap, so maybe he would just lie down for a bit.

He habitually opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand, moved a few things, and opened the secret latch below. He had one, small box underneath - a ring a box. It had a singular Sapphire in the middle and a few smaller diamonds. If you looked closely, there were a few even smaller Topaz gems sprinkled around the diamonds. All colors that he could see..

Dream sighed and placed the box back in the bottom of the nightstand, locking it up. He would feel those feelings another day. He decided that he might actually take a nap. It was noon after all.